routine

let the days go unshaped, and they will shape you

in ways we don't want, by things we never chose

it doesn't feel like danger at first

doing whatever you want, whenever you want

and naming the drift freedom

soon, noise fills the gaps

desire takes the wheel

the ones without structure are always the first to be claimed

by urgency, by distraction, by the will of others

by whatever speaks the loudest

you become soft clay, freely offered

for the world to press its fingers into

ah yes, freedom

the freedom of being claimed

by everything but yourself

not all cages are built with iron

some are made of comfort, of noise, of endless choice

so chose a good rhythm

not to cage

but to carve out space that was mine

to leave stones behind

markers you can return to

to keep moving forward in your path

not dancing to someone else's drum

to stay intact

when the rest of the world begins to shake

when the rest

and when the forgetting comes

as it always does, the world is always loud

let the body remember what the mind forgets