Relentless Predictability

Lost in the woods of life

One tries hard

To escape the monotony

The relentless predictability

Of new models, new versions

Of new foods, new things to wear

New places to visit to revitalise

Not forgetting the meanness and deceit

For millenniums which has

Remained the same

Yet when they come across a doorway

They hesitate to cross

Afraid of freedom

And loss of comfort

That has been shackling

All their life