(Air) Condtioning

The AC in my room,
broke down;
One hot & sultry night.
I can't sleep here,
It's too hot to bear,
was my only insight.
Yet, as I sat there,
a helpless soul;
The room didn't seem so hot.
& I drifted to much,
needed sleep;
Whether cooling or not.

It dawned on me then,
that for me to sleep;
All I need is honest sleep.
& I don't need comforts,
of ACs and mattress,
that I so insist to keep.
It's just old habits,
we tend to keep;
that render us their slaves.
When all we need,
is just ourselves, So;
move out of the mental caves.

So maybe the cure of,
all the discomforts;
is letting go of things indeed.
For there's so more,
so much ahead;
of habits that you don't need.
But habits aren't just,
things these days;
people are habits too.
While you can be free as,
you break habits but;
Can't break people, can you?