“Chains of habit are too light to be felt until they are too heavy to be broken.”
When they first started, hardly a trail was seen
Many then passed, a road now gleaned
Deeper still, water they bore
Making them dangerous lore
Now I find my wheels caught still
By the ruts of habit, against my will
Pulling out is the hardest task
Harder still not falling back
Also published in: Lifeasahuman Magazine
Also Published in: Broowaha
