The Gravity of Habit
The gravity of habit
Turns me in normal circles;
The mighty vortex Routine.
I practice the same acts,
I travel the same paths,
Dumb to the vast unseen.
My cyclic life lacks spice
Whirling in staunch control--
These days have grown too sane.
Dispel this common demon,
And the numbing power Time;
Their comforts serve no gain.
--Ryan Healy
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