Life Is a Creature of Habit

You wake up. You get up. You do stuff,
And most of what you do is routine
For you, for whatever life you lead.

Or maybe not. Maybe you’re the one
Who does things differently every day,
Never eats, sleeps, or works the same way,

Every day chaotic adventure,
Travel one day, battle another,
The next hide under your bed covers.

No. You wake up, get up, and do stuff,
And most of what you do is routine
For you, for whatever life you lead.