BITCOINBitcoin / TetherUSBINANCE:BTCUSDTzmoney78I wake up at seven, I’m late by eight, I swear I’ll change, but I guess that can wait. I say something different, then do the same, At this point, predictable is my middle name. I know what you'll say before you speak, Same old story, week after week. You promise a twist, a surprise, something new, But we both know exactly what you're gonna do. Even my dog knows how this will end, He rolls his eyes like, “Not this again.” Life's full of surprises, or so they say, But somehow the same crap happens each day. So here's to routines and the things we expect, To obvious outcomes we can easily predict. And if you think this poem has a surprise in store, You're wrong. That's the ending. You've heard it before. The only thing predictable about predictability is how predictably unpredictable it is.