I live in a routine that yields to no one
Its walls are high and wide
I see no one but scheduled appointment
In the time that I allow them
The clock is ticking as they speak
As they try to make me commit
To events outside of the routine
I am a master of evasion
Postponing the moment when I say no
I expect their disappointment
And cannot fathom why they must ask to begin with
Everything I do not know is unthinkable
Everything I do not do is impossible
Somewhere someone is talking about me
But my walls are too thick to hear them
Everything must work around the routine
The oceans themselves break on these walls
On this prison of protection
Where I am lost in corridors I know so well