People are crazy, did you know?
To each their own, their own, their own.
Through life we each grow.
Some come to be a simple clone,
Waking, working, always the same.
In the loop of the day, repeat, repeat, repeat,
Growing up in shame,
In the neverending feat.
Each person has a tick,
A thing to keep them going, going, going.
I may have one, but it's not something you pick.
These things keep the world flowing.
Since I say things over and over and over,
I have my thing, I'm not a disaprover.