What Causes Hazardous Lives Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Running in circular patterns, never seeming to get anywhere
except where they started from that morning, every day wak-
ing up, doing the same things.

Not really thinking anything through all the way, doing the
same thing, expecting to get new results, doing nothing to
help their interior cause of moving forward.

Avoiding finding a new pathway or way of thinking how to
find another idea or concept to take one into another
reality, truer than the one they've fallen into once again.

Marching at attention, yet not seeing anything, just look-
ing for a way out through drugs, sex, alcohol - what causes
these hazardous ways of life for some and not others; is it
circumstances, situations or the way in which they approach
each of them?