© Jeffrey Hellman 1991





Routine, it's getting to be so routine

When I look at you

The thoughts that I view

No longer a dream

They're just routine


Obscene, it used to feel so obscene

The touch of your hand on my head

And my glands begin to sing

Lost as the cost of a ring


I want to scream

Will it all go away if I scream

I'm not angry, just bored

Looking down from the floor of my dreams

Possessed by routine