Used to

the used to crumbles
a mere shell on it all
it had been a plastering of mud
the dried encasing
that protected the mundane from chaos
but all mud will dry
all mud will crack
and the used to becomes ever so fragile
so easy to shatter at any moment
or as it often does
is picked away at piece by piece
by the ravens of progression
in their ravenous appetites
for the shiny present
and their wings the color
of the unforgiving unknown
as each piece is plundered
the used to can grow new skin in time
in its reptilian virtues
but chaos can seep in so easily
when the shell shatters suddenly
with little time to renew its boundaries
bringing the routine to its knees
and begging for forgiveness
from the unforgiving unknown