Habits

Habits rise like foam

In them, we make a home

Awareness will disappear 

In its place, limitations appear 

Habits are our making

Undoing them’s backbreaking

It’s a comfortable nest

Without it, we’re dispossessed

A familiar undertaking

Habits in the making

They survive all odds

Forming the mind’s facades

Emerging out of habits

We find, who truly inhabits

The empty core inside

Entrance can’t be denied