Every day I have to do it the same way
No other way, but to do it, same old way of doing things
I think is called 'routine'
And I have lots of routine to share, to give away
I tried to changed, the context of doing and planning
Nothing new came to pleased me, nothing new was worthy
What the heck!
Keeping my routine kept me alert and awake, 6 sense working?
I know when something not that right, coz avoiding my routine
Not an option
Is part of me, path of knowing that I'm on my right doing it wrong.
Submitted: February 17, 2016
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