Routine 
(track 05 from the Hand. Cannot. Erase. LP by Steven Wilson )
What do I do with all the children’s clothes
Such tiny things that still smell of them
And the footprints in the hallway
Onto my knees, scrub them away
And how to be of use
Make the tea and the soup
All of their favorites, throw them away
And all the schoolbooks
And their running shoes
Washing them clean in a dirty steel sink
Routine keeps me in line
Helps me pass the time
Concentrate my mind
Helps me to sleep
And keep making beds
And keep the cat fed
Open the windows, let the air in
And keep the house clean
And keep the routine
Paintings they made still stuck to the fridge
Keep cleaning
Keep ironing
Cooking their meals on the stainless steel hob
Keep washing
Keep scrubbing
Long until the dark comes to bruise the sky
Deep in debt to the night
Routine keeps me in line
Helps me pass the time
Helps me to sleep
The most beautiful morning, forever
Like the ones from far off away
With the hum of the bees in the jasmine sway
Don’t ever let go
Try to let go
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