Habitual

A story on why we repeat certain habits

Beginning each morning

On every new day

We enter into a circle,

A routine here to stay.

A sip, a prop

A breath of dirty air

Round and round,

like the wheel at a fair.

Walk in its footsteps

In its comfort and pace,

Too scared to look up,

And see your losing the race.

Breaking free of these rituals,

means going alone,

Leaving your crutches,

means leaving your home.

What you've been doing,

has not been great,

So to win in this journey,

means dropping this weight.