When they first started, hardly a trail was seen
Many then passed, a road now gleaned.
Deeper still, water they bore
Making them dangerous lore
Now I find my wheels caught still
By the ruts of habit, against my will
Pulling out is the hardest task
Harder still not falling back.
“insentient ruts.” Flickr creative commons. Some rights reserved by tetsu-k.
First published at: Opinions of Eye
Also published at: Broowhaha
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