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History will repeat itself
She will come back
They always do
What goes around comes around
So it only makes since
That we rebound like boomerangs
In a circle called life.
Endorphins burst out
We’re addicted to the pain
Or the need to heal
Warned about the dangers
Still proceeding to burn
Attracted to the pain of the flame
Like moths scorching in fiery desire
Of repetitious hesitations
Karma suggests
What goes around comes back around
She will need to come back around
They always return
Predictable, vulnerable creatures
Falling into the pot holes of habit
A street car named desire
On a road with no purpose
Decorated by dead end signs
What do they drive back to?
Barren lands and dented lanes of misery
Practice doesn’t always make perfect
Especially if you practice the wrong things
The best things in life aren’t things
There lessons learned
We rage emotional battles
They will continue to destroy their souls
Destruction is all they know
History suggest in times of peace we become complacent
So we will always tug at each other until war is inevitable
We are creatures of habit
Searching for change
Bound by consistency
The only constant in life is change
So become the change you seek in the universe
Or remain a creature of habit
As you always have
©Paris “Chi†Butler, “Creatures of Habitâ€. All Rights Reserved. 10/3/2013
