Will and Wont

It breaks and withers slowly,
leaves - uncared for - drop to the ground
Habits untended and forgotten,
As time goes by, the aging process further ushered on
It isn't my fault
Habits have formed
They are now enjoyable and mine
The matter is not of will, it is now my wont
Connections to the outside world
 are slow in coming in,
Just one exists now, that leads in
None that lets the voice be heard outside
Yes, it is true, I have a TV line at home,
But I have no internet at night