Last Charge of the Light Horse - Old Habits
Fall asleep, sign your name, breathe normallyA dozen things the brain does best without you in the way
Concentrate and the commonplace feels strange
Strange the things you never stop to question
You feel it first like a breeze on the arm
A door you bolted, then found ajar
Doubt begins to chirp away
A furtive cricket hiding in your brain
Strange the things you never stop to question
Old habits die hard
New questions bite sharply
You know your place, know your side of the aisle
You know which god will look down on your prayers and smile
You celebrate your geography like a virtue
What you don’t know in the land of plausible denial can’t hurt you
Old habits die hard
New questions bite sharply
Auto-pilot long engaged, aiming back to a simpler age
When right was right, and wrong was wrong
You block your ears to stop the siren’s song
But then you find yourself humming along
Strange the things you never considered for long
Written by:
Jean-Paul Vest
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