Routine

It’s all just routine It’s all just routine Cursing at drivers When they cut me off On the thick bluster Of morning highways The same expression Too vacant to scoff With simply always The same things to say It’s all just routine It’s all just routine The same plain bagel Four shots espresso Waiting in drive-thrus Emails and blue light And time ebbs so fast To wax so damn slow Working days, waiting Just to sleep tonight It’s all just routine It’s all just routine Spending half my life Between long commutes Inventories of Parallax movement The smiles and handshakes Similar disputes Crunching numbers in Hopes of improvement It’s all just routine It’s all just routine Regular rhythms Just keep on pounding Drum beats inside me Are louder sounding But then the morning Caves in, surrounding Me in the echoes Of dreams abounding It’s all just routine It’s all just routine Like a zen archer Poised to take a shot I stare through the world Standing before me I feign peacefulness At times I should not But how else should I Teach myself to be I suppose I could Let the day happen Or instead I could Make the day happen It’s all just routine It’s all just routine