Old HabitsShe wonders through my head
like a cloud flies through the sky
After wondering for a while
I ask myself why?
Why can’t I think of someone else?
Why can’t this thought just die?
It’s a habit I can’t dislearn
Maybe an ability I have to earn
A thought in my head, which tends to burn
You’re the only thing inside of me,
which I can’t control,
you have control of me.
I tried forgetting you,
but that’s a hard thing to do.
Trying to, one day ask: “Who?”
Alas I will not succeed,
Loving you is an old habit,
which will proceed.