Creature of Habit ~ by m.c.

Like rivers flow, this day bestowed,
we trace our steps once more.
Round again and almost the same,
Insane! down to our core.

I'm sure! we can do this till our grave,
be the slave that cometh from thy cave.
Yet, beyond ourselves we must save -
that is what we truly crave.
A day of wholesome truth,
a moment to be brave,
the vitality of youth,
clarity from haze.

I see it coming, and I'm still not prepared
fierce order, and hearts nowhere.
How'd we get to here from there?
From bed to chair, as the sun bares...

I did it all again.

~m.c