Routines

Restive in my routines
My body
Switches it up
For I fall asleep in the evening
To be wide awake
At midnight
Incomplete my day
For never can finish anything I start
My dinner grows cold
Chores collect dust
And my words dry up
In the sound of snoring
For my routines are swallowing me up
Leaving nothing but wasted time
And empty hands

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