Oh! I am so bored with the same,
The repetition that makes my brain go lame,
I am frustrated of tasks so mundane,
All my routines are just so plain,
The changing of clothes in the morning,
I draw circles on my teeth--I’m brushing,
The mindless drive to work on the same road,
I am just on an automatic mode,
But all of a sudden there is ****,
And I drop and sink into a pit,
So dark, I can’t see what’s ahead,
No, because I stop caring what’s ahead,
Like everyone turned off the light,
And there is no more color in sight,
The taste of food turns bland,
Can’t even jive to the tunes of my favorite band.
And then I really slump into auto-mode,
Slugging to work on the same old road,
Brushing my teeth from swirl to swirl,
Still showering when my world is in a whirl.
Still changing my clothes at every sunrise,
And then one day I suddenly realize,
As I slurp the milk and the grains,
There is still a part of me that remains:
My dear routines.
When everything feels dead,
And nothing beautiful seen,
Routines keep me fed,
Routines keep me clean.
When my heart has hit the sack,
My mind saturate with thought,
My routines got my back,
My routines need not be sought.
When there’s no motivation to be,
When I don’t want a thing,
My routines does it all for me,
My routines that cost nothing.
When it takes all my energy just to smile,
And all time is lost in it all,
And the next step feels like a mile,
And moving forward is like a crawl,
I still got my routines,
I still got my routines,
I still got my routines,
I still got my routines,
My routines to take care of me.
