We talk of breaking status quo every week but deep down I think we know it's only getting harder to break free of the consuetudes we hold. The older we get the harder it gets to let go and change. Have my legs sprouted roots? What's paused my shuffling feet? The air tastes stale these days. Why can't I walk away when all the ties that used to bind me have withered away. We all have worn down, broken dreams. We cycle through our daily routines hoping we can earn enough to at least make it through the month. We talk of breaking status quo every week but deep down I think we know that ultimately some things never change. With age, I've somehow lost that spark and the urge I used to have to fight back against the things that tear us all apart. I've lost what feels like all human feeling. I wander through my days, time is moving, but I ain't moving when I'm reminiscing better days.