The New Life

Feel it everyday, the humdrum
Of a pain becoming familiar
Ritualise it, make it religion
Make it the Be-all End-all

Get tired of it, the sameness
Of a practice without will
Be angry, slash at it, widen the gashes
Watch it sew itself back

Ask for it, the new living
To denounce this pain
For it is not pain at all
Merely a lost road taken