A Creature Of Habit...

I woke up with the sun, feeling inspired,
Thanks to the book I read the night before;
Of much I did and had been, I had tired,
Now, I desired and I determined to be more.

I would go for a jog around the lake,
Against that oppressive wind of tedium;
I would watch the swans leave a wake,
Listen to birds serenade sans any idiom.

I would swap the newspaper for a book,
Crimes, big and small, can't surely be all!
Into my inbox, only thrice would I look,
Once each, at dawn, at noon, and at nightfall.

In the kitchen, I switched on the kettle,
I would begin the day with warm lime juice;
I'd fight my coffee urge, prove my mettle,
Perhaps the weekends could be days of truce.

My wife was at the door, utterly thrown,
Looking at me as at a growling, howling rabbit;
How could I shun what I didn't solely own?
And so, I returned to being a creature of habit.