Rather Not Be Bothered

There is nothing about redundancy, I'd like to review. It seems so...repetitive, And recycled. Like a bad habit used to amuse... And excused as accepted. This gets as old as hearing 5th graders, Threatening to run away from home! I tried that myself. Until I got tired of saying the same thing over again. And arriving back just around supper time. I was getting the hint! With or without my presence... Time was going to be taken to eat! And my absence was getting a bit too familiar! So I adapted to other tactics. None proved to be tear worthy. Only my own seemed to flow! I was awakened quite early in life! Redundancy provides a similar comfort! Until something drastic... Like growing up happens. Or the realization that the same routines, Seldon provide new observers. And those familiar with these acts... Have lost a desire to express empathy! Or a wish to make eye contact. It's a clue they would rather not be bothered. Thanks to God I found better usages for my time. Or I'd be totally dependent on making excuses, For myself and my actions.