Sunrise to sunset, structured and planned.
Each day a copy of the one before.
No venturing beyond familiar routine,
even thoughts are sanitized and safe.
This man thinks himself witty and handsome,
but plain he is, no excitement to offer.
Takes no risks no sponteniety,
lest he uspet the false balance created.
So long he has been alone,
not even a pet to share his day.
He has forgotten how to communicate love.
How sad he hasn't lived.
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