A Little Change

Traditions form within a week for me,
and I adhere to them with loyalty.
Somewhat indicative of OCD,
I spend my time with regularity.
Until I intersect epiphany,
and notice I’m too jammed diurnally.
It’s then I look at how I’m using time,
and turn from solitaire to making rhyme.

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