A Habit Saunters In

A habit saunters in, perpetually
Engendering himself with good intents
You shake his hand - again - eternally.

You may design you rule your property
But there is no honest, potent defense:
A habit saunters in, perpetually.

You grit your teeth and think of liberty
And wish there was reason behind your sense
You shake his hand - again - eternally.

It was conceived in innocence, simply
A thing mindless, without a strong conscience
A habit saunters in, perpetually.

And now compulsion drives all that you see
No glimpse beyond, because he stands, a fence
You shake his hand - again - eternally.

And how your mind yearns only to be free!
But no person cares for your sad laments
A habit saunters in, perpetually
You shake his hand - again - eternally.

Written May 1, Revised May 7