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Usually I Begin My Day With The Same Routines
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The Rushing Stream of Desires
Usually I begin my day with the same routines.
Waking up, putting on the coffee and hoping
the quiet remains a steady feature of the day.
Lighting that first cigarette is the best. It is the
one that carries the most flavour. Inhale the
smoke and sip the caffeine. Fill the air with my
habit like a dragon starting to perform his
feats of magic. The caves of hidden desires
are not so easily forgotten in the early hours
of my awakening. They hint at falling values I
am supposed to uphold. And I suppose that it
is not the point that most of the values I hold
are those that have been indoctrinated into
my moral consciousness. There really seems
to be some sort of a twisted agenda of
following illusionary puppets who prance like
jumping jacks on the fabric of existence. And
I believe that even if the fabric is slightly ripped,
as a whole we must never question the lack
of direction. Sip from my cup and let my mind
play with the tempting thoughts that so willingly
come in the morning. Prices rise on everything,
but the value never changes. Expectations
increase, yet fulfilment never seems to be part
of the equation. No matter how often I
talk to other isolated strangers the focus of
reality never seems to change. As one man, or
as a group, the message is clear that the only
acceptable solution is in conformity. Odd how
afraid each man or woman is of being seen as
different from the rest of the herd. Usually I begin
my day with the same routines. In truth, these are
the only things I own that are not shared by anyone
else. Maybe tomorrow I'll start a new trend?
