It Whispers Sweet Notings And Lulls Us To Sleep Poem by M. Asim Nehal

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.