INQULAB

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Drawn I am to grooves of habit
Etched deep in concrete as solid.
A barrage of familiar stimuli
Inebriating the spirit
Parching my sense dry.

Sucking my will into easy comfort
A disturbed pleasure
Dissatisfaction resultant.
Remorse and contrition obviously succeed
Change is not easy to breed.

Step out and channel anew
Think aside and walk askew.
Do I have the strength in me
Resilience to offer and break free.

Flustered not by inconsequent derision
I stand upright and walk my conviction.