The Zombie and it’s Routine

The basis of our feelings 
Whether real or imagined 
Is a clamp that grips 
As tight as we allow it

On a good day we call it inspiring
As it carries indiscriminately
The good and the bad
The whole of everything
We’ve ever had

This ball and chain
Happily and willingly
Locked in
A commitment, a sentence
A purpose, the essence
To let go and to lose everything

It’s hard to be tied 
Finding a life
With the perfect excuse
For not living it