Poem #2,842 | I do not do this enough

I do not do this enough
because of stuff
[other
things unsaid] –
Stifled
by dull circumstance &
worry of fixed patterns
forcing us in place I am
silenced –
This tapping
out is random until lines
align
[& editing forever]
& sense is formed –
We
are all creatures of habit
[settled on our treadmill
we scuttle blind] –
I type