Sometimes I get so caught up in the monotony and routine that I feel like a robot.

Going through the motions, as I do a math problem here and there,

Brush my teeth,

Curl my hair

I fall into a steady pattern of sameness.

Like gear gauge ridges

Barely noticing movement

Clock hands and lock niches

But I enjoy not having to think during these exercises.

As I mull over what I should have said

My brain exploding with thoughts

Wondering why I’m not dead

These moments of mechanic study and multitasking

Erase the sharp turns, curbs and the tedious

Oftentimes when I finish or get to where I’m going

I don’t remember anything previous.