The
Force of Habit
I
walked this way,
Twice,
three times,
Who's
counting?
But
I know it's
Hopeless,
To
carry on down here.
This
road has been
Blocked,
cut off...
In
my sleepwalk,
I
could have covered
All
this ground,
Without
fail.
And
because of routine,
I
forget the futility,
Of
the simple fact,
That
you are gone.
No
longer waiting,
No
more responding,
To
me....
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