The everyday hustle wears on me –
Early mornings, up before the birds sing…
The same old song humming in my tired brain,
“Routine, routine, routine…”
It’s the only way to balance everything.
I wish for the days when I could feel my way through life,
Wasn’t so managed, so worried about potential strife.
I would love to learn to whistle, care free,
It might bring more company in the morning.