Habit

Trundle along,
Over and over,
It has become a habit.

The same path,
Methodical as always,
It has become a habit.

Take not from me,
My familiarity,
It has become a habit.

Veer me away,
I steer back,
It has become a habit.

What is missing,
I tend to miss,
It has become a habit.

What you read,
A lie, it can be,
It has become a habit.
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"We get so much in the habit of wearing disguises before others that we finally appear disguised before ourselves"
~Francois de la Rochefoucauld

4 thoughts:

varun said...

so true!

Gautam Anand said...

The last one.. the best !! nd others likeable too ..

Inviting u to comment upon my new poem !!

commited to life said...

AMAZING!!!!!!!!!

P.S was passing by

Zephyr said...

thanks for dropping by guys.

 

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To escape from the humdrum existence people call "life", I explore the jungle of my mind. A meandering path, with thoughts as my obstacles. I put aside the smiling face of my mother, snapshots of holidays with friends, lost memories of my childhood... All in an attempt to find answers to my branching questions.

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