I always blame it to the lack of sun,
in this clogged country called The Netherlands.
On a second thought, maybe it’s not the sun.
What makes me blue is routine.
Firmly convinced that routine pays the bills.
Routine is tempting and teases you,
with an effortless, easy and quite way of living.
Routine is addicting. It’s a sweet pill.
Unfortunately, routine has some side effects.
Routine is boring, and makes your life
just as intriguing as the one of a tapeworm.
