It Whispers Sweet Notings And Lulls Us To Sleep

Like a raging fire that never dies It consumes our will and our dreams. We become prisoners of our own mind as it chains us, leaving us confined. Like a well-oiled machine, we function on cue our actions on repeat, our thoughts on review. Freedom, a treasure too precious to find a journey fraught with struggles, yet we are blind. Like a mountain to climb, it's a daunting task but oh, the reward, is worth all we'll amass. Yet, we remain in our comfortable cage for it is ever powerful, with control so sage. It whispers sweet notings and lulls us to sleep as we settle for less, our dreams we must keep. But deep down inside, we long to break free to soar like a bird, to be wild and carefree. I hope by now you must have guessed corretly Yes, it's our Habit, a beast that rides on perfectly.