Routine

Holding on

Going through the days now,

Is like holding a big chunk of ice,

It's so cold that it begins to hurt after awhile,

Not willing to put it down,

But as time pass, the chunk of ice start melting,

As it starts melting,

The hands also start to feel numb,

But as soon as the ice melts all away,

The hands went for another chunk of ice,

And this routine just keeps going,

Round and over again.