Habit

A routine,
well enjoyed,
the same scene,
sways the void.

Everyday
like the last,
time delays
yet runs fast.

Feeling trapped,
playing coy,
a well wrapped
free will choice.

Perfect weeks
become months,
years soon sneak
lasting fun.

Life parades,
cycles swirl,
would not trade
for the world.

Patterns pace,
groove, and flow.
Happy face,
big smile grows.

Holidays,
come and go,
each moon phase,
brings a glow.

Every night,
always shines.
Keep delights,
free confines.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy