Unchanged Routine
The record is scratched, but we still play the same song.
The batteries in the remote died, but we do not replace them
and watch the same channel.
The volume button is stuck so we just listen in shout mode.
The vacuum cleaner is broken, but no one sweeps.
We just keep pushing aside all that is defected, trying to hide
what we know is broken.
Ignoring what lays heavy on our minds.
It's not what I expected, but it is what I have accepted.
And we go on and pretend, then ask ourselves, "what happened?"
I did it every time, as it weighed heavy on my mind.
When I could have fixed it, I just dismissed it.
So we continue to play that broken record, not changing channels,
Listening to practically screams, looking at the broom and say maybe I will
work on it tomorrow.
We just end up playing these days on rewind, all while looking at it BLIND.
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