Creature of habits
Repetitive thoughts and patterns of thinking
Tomorrow and the day after
Doomed by the prison of my own concepts
Where is the imagination of the possibilities?
Safe and solid, predictable and reliable
Where is the excitement of the unknown?
What bold new frontiers shall we explore?
What risks can I take?
Play it safe. Forego the possibilities.
Nothing ventured
Secure in my repetitious pattern
How comforting to know I'll be the same tomorrow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
humorous but so true good poem