Little things-
On my mind.
Tiny habits
To pass the time.

Of my hobbies
To barely try.
I am the creator-
Yet conquered by.

I'm owned by these.
My little rules.
I sit upon
The comfy stool.

If ever a day
Were come to pass
That I'd forget
The routine at last

I'd be lost.
And a little lonely.
For it's my habits, best
That truly know me.

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