Chill

The chill of the night that rankles through my bones
That, which no longer seems familiar
Pained, from all the world has suffered me
A conscience forever unclear

Tis familiarity, that I unconsciously seek
That only just, have I discovered
Such habits are mine to dream of
The riches of struggles uncovered

To what do I owe this lethargy?
The cold? The smoke? The pollution?
My strength wanes more each day
Till a habitual revolution