I love routines.
Do you know what I mean?
Do you jump out of bed
when your day’s in your head,
when you don’t have to wonder
if you’ll lead or be lead
by the random assortment
of things that come up?
Or would you rather just drink
what life puts in your cup?
Do you like to predict
just when you’ll be where?
Or do you really not care
just who sees your bad hair?
When the doorbell rings
and you’re not panicking,
because you’ve made use
of your morning routine,
then I’m sure that you
will know what I mean.
I love routines.