Routine
Same time every morning
Wake up get out of bed
Make coffee take care of business
Read the paper sit down and write
Walk the dog smell the air
Watch television say goodnight
Same thing every day
Every week and every month
Day after night after day
Till the cows come home
Or pigs fly
In times of trouble
Routine protects us from desire
Routine prevents us from thinking
Routine blocks the creative path
And paves the way of caution
Routine creates a façade of
normality
That stands in our place
Like crash test dummies
When alas the troubles pass
We will break the chains and scream
From the highest mountain:
Free at last! Free at Last!
Great God Almighty!
We are free at last!
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