Creatures of Habit

We call them Taco Bell Tuesdays
And we leave at 11:43
And we return at 12:18
And you order something from your menu -
Much more limited than what they offer to serve -
And I order two tacos, no lettuce,
And a bean burrito, no onions,
And we sit to eat at the table near the door.

And then seven days go by and there we are again,
Taco Bell Tuesdays never really pass us by.

We go out to lunch nearly every day.
There must be ten choices, maybe more, that we could try.
How many have we been to in the last four weeks?
Three?

We are creatures of habit,
Because it's easier to say the words
That have become so familiar they roll on autopilot off your tongue.
It's easier to sit in the same chair,
Or use the same parking place.

It's easier than the risk
Of not knowing what's next.

If next Taco Bell Tuesday I order
A double decker taco and a tostada, no tomato,
Don't be surprised.
I'm determined now to break the chains that habit has encircled around me.
If I head towards Carl's Junior, though,
Be a little bit surprised,
Because chains are hard to break and I'm
Just a creature of habit like everybody else.