A glass half full

Routine is not always a good thing!

He walks about, floating, careless and free

Thinking of his enjoyments forgetting priorities

 

Complaining about old moments, or phantom pains

Portraying an old child, Always something to blame

 

In need of sympathy, stroking to his ego and brain

A repetitive life becoming boring, in need of change

 

A follower of the leader, never taking stand

Waiting for a prompt, never a good left-hand

 

There's a reason for his being, or so he always says

I've never got an anwser, excuses are the ways

 

The routine is getting old, like the same song played

You can stay there sleeping, your bed has just been made

 

The days are coming quicker, and no longer can they pass

Change must start to happen, Before there is an empty glass