Routine

ROUTINE There’s an enroute To everything A direction God Gave us to trek You and I have to prove Make the most out of it. Life has to begin Its travails Sometimes not in Consonance to yours Always God’s will is the best. But we fail to catch up Underestimate His patience Over desires humanly weak Until we succumb to misdeeds. Unwavering though we are left Cause we underscore the Beauty of challenge In God’s understanding we Didn’t care That there’s really something. Something routine To forget a malady To forget doldrum Out we go to life’s usual Normal set pretty as well.