Routine

I started a routine years ago,

That routine became my life,

Days and days of the same old thing; and confusion if one thing is out of place,

It kept me sane most of the time,

Reminding me that not all things need to change,

But time goes on and time changes,

The seconds, minutes, hours, days, all becoming something new,

And even thought my routine didn’t change,

I did,

It began to not work but I ignored the pain,

Wanting to keep something in this changing world the same,

I became mad; crazy,

Holding on to the last strands of same,

And eventually I sank into the craziness that is this world,

Faded into something less,

And became the routine,

Living each day the same with never anything new.