I’ll call this rut a track
and go round and round
every day a thousand cycles
every year a few inches
further down
Calmed by repetition
stupefied by lack of mission
go and grind that routine
further in the ground
I’m sure I’ve waited
till it’s too high to jump out
I like to fool myself
but I know what they talk about
nothing now to do or say
I’ll just stick to it one more day
and daydream someday
I’ll manage a rout
what
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