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Change of Schedule
Whatever happened to routine?
Musings on The Loss of Routine
She’s gone. What now? Where went routine?
No more visits.
And my afternoon falls apart…
Now I have questions.
Starting in the ayem, what shirt to wear? To look good at the home (or work), meeting others?
Wear my grubbies because I expect to be home alone all day? Or wear my business suit because I’m running a business (my blog) and this is my office?
And how about the routine? It’s gone. Purpose is gone. It is no longer work in the forenoon and beyond, have lunch, get ready, go visit.
Is it now work, work, work? Work lunch, brood? Sleep in, breakfast (if I feel like it), maybe work, maybe putter, worry?
Should I actually go outside and go for a walk?
Maybe I should actually do some housework? Too much dust; too many sneezes. Well, I guess that is something to sneeze at.
What about the book. Should I just bury myself in that and dedicate my existence to “the book?” Well I have to do that anyway.
Change of schedule up ahead.
So,
What to Do?
Whatever Happened to Routine?
What to do? What do I do now, now that you have gone?
Why this awful darkness where once the light had shone?
No more loving game – nothing now the same,
Where we did things together, that thing without a name.
What do you do when your lover goes away?
What do you say when no longer can she stay?
How do you fill that great gaping gap
Left behind when this lifeline snaps?
What did you do to deserve this loneliness?
What went wrong that she was called away?
How do you go on when she’s not there for you?
Where will you find a place for you to hide?
It’s kinda like, where is that other shoe?
Never quite sure about what am I to do.
Am I going here or am I doing that?
I’ve lost my focus now, and this is where I’m at.
Whatever happened to routine?
The grass at home is no longer shades of green.
I don’t have the clock to guide me now,
And you’re no longer here to show me how.
You’re no longer here to hold me by the hand,
I feel so lost and life no longer feels so grand.
The grass at home no longer grows so green.
Whatever happened to routine?
What direction now, now that I’m alone?
Why am I so tired, tired to the bone?
There’s nothing here, there’s nothing there,
All paths lead me to the nowhere, yet here I am at everywhere.
Now that you’re gone the only sign that I can see
Is a change of direction, a change of direction.
But the signs all are blank and there’s nothing more to see,
My purpose has been taken, you were taken away from me.
I go in all directions, I go to here, I go to there,
But here I find me nowhere, and there I’m everywhere
Whatever happened to routine?
Whatever happened to routine?
Image credits: Both comic images from Microsoft Clip Art.
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