It has been so long since I even thougt of poetry. I worked on this piece for a few hours on the train the other day.

Habits

Waking from the short lived freedom
Such involuntary submission
To start another empty session
To end another fruitless search

When does the cycle break
When we walk with adoration
For the bountiful beauty
of a new dawn's break

When the smoke of this asylum
clears to reveal the sky
and reveal the wonders to everyone
or at least to those who try.