Those pesky creatures of habit
tie those laces together
while you sleepwalk through
your routines
your life
and leave you tripping, headlong
down that all too familiar path
through raging arguments and strife
leaving you bruised, broken
at the bottom of that familiar pit
that you dug for yourself long ago.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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