Habit's Gilded Cage

Culture and convenience can ensnare us, bind us tight

To habits we don't care for, even practice we deride,

With which we keep on breathing; without, feel dissatisfied.

The grass is always greener-looking on the other side,

Though if you ever make it there, you'll struggle to survive.

Even if you spend every minute on the outside, all your life,

Using sticks to hunt, your hands to fish, and even leaves to wipe,

and though you thought it drudgery, you'd not trade for paradise.

We are so easily institutionalized.