Days float by, and I
Wonder why
We say change
Is the only constant, yet
Habit energy parades
On the stage
Reincarnating waves,
Slave to the grind
Choking my mind, and I
Long for the days
Of freedom from chains
Filled with passion and praise
For the miracle of
A choice

Impulses arise, and I
Witness the tide
In that moment
A choice coincides
With awareness of
New possibilities
Shedding karma to
Manifest creativity
A spark flies, and I
Follow the cry
To a new me in the eye of
The storm that never dies
In the battle between
Habit and choice