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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