Habits interest my cruelty, <br />Going like second nature <br />And the memory of size. <br />Through reason is happiness <br />Thrilling, winning and wonderful <br />To obsess. <br />Why do habits be so ancient? <br />And is there ending to few of them <br />That it is faced by them, <br />That I myself can have it anyway? <br />What? The habit. The habit. <br /> <br />Is it custom to endanger us with the wrong <br />Habits?<br /><br />Naveed Akram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/habits-4/
