Oh, routine.
My dear friend, we've grown to fond of one another.
The zone of my comfort has become the footsteps I follow in your light.
Change.
Yearning for change, I find myself;
Stuck, stuck, stuck.
Oh routine; tear your palms away from my skin.
Unhealthy is the nature of the lifestyle you have kept me trapped in.
Free me of your tyrant grasp;
Deplete of me my negative emotions.
Wishes; they could be nothing more then to have these wings clipped and to be set free.
I now untie these ropes that bound me down.
I now release myself of the burden of the unknown.
Deplete, release, rinse, and repeat.