Habitual Grind

The white picket fences of my last jail

Lay present in my mind

And yet here i hide under this veil

From something i've left behind

Temptations absorb my better judgement

I have no self control

Buried deep in this warm cement

I keep playing my role

I've returned to my place under the ice

Excluding all common sense

However many times i roll the dice

I Can't avoid this pretense

Author's Notes/Comments: 

You can leave your habits, and life behind to start off new, but you can also fall back into that scenerio easily. different faces, different place, same sh!t diff pile.

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