Break the pattern,
change it up,
be a good person,
then an idiot next.
Things have a rhythm,
the rustle of the leaves,
the beat of the tarmac,
against rubber soles.
Break the pattern,
you know what to do,
be all serious,
then tell an obscene joke.
Monotony can't inspire,
neither can peeing
on a living fire.
Variety is around
just to keep us on our toes.
Break the pattern
see the change,
get your heart beating,
out of healthy range.
Illusion, a skill to deceive,
helping us see,
what we want to believe.
So come on
Break the pattern,
find the strength,
I wish I could.
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