How does something become a habit?
Maybe by losing the excitement it once brought you,
Through it's repeated use...
At least partly,
But why would you submit yourself to this?
To a Fate of watching what you love die out
Much like losing a loved one from old age.
A Fate of one day waking up
On yet another one of your disturbed nights
And realising why things are this way
Realising all that you've lost...
were afraid of heights.
So go on
now that you know
blame your fear
Forget and Avoid what you don't want to hear
But know that the truth
will always be near.
Ignore it if you may
And move on
Find another habit to love
It wasn't the first time
And it won't be the last.
By concentrating on it
you descented towards the void.
It was you who was falling
Your world that was fading
as if always in pain
The avoidance of bright lights
Of Darkness, Pain and Cries.
The easy life
Brought upon by your fear of heights.
So how does something become a habit?
You don't need to answer right now,
Just take care out there.