The roads I tread seem like well-worn track
Of my routine walks on daily pact
Turns each I take are path I know best
Where shadows dance and stories flow!!

In the routes I choose on grounds familiar
lies the comfort and Peace of my walk
yet there’s always a shunning face that stares at me.
A sober gaze reflecting back!!

The fixed routine hears a silent plea
a whispered word to break the Mould
unheard loud, yet I pause and take a breath
And step beyond the endless loop!!

Amid the paths well-known I stand alone
eyeing to find new ways-
that new roads may call
And fresh routes may lead
to plant my step on unknown ground
and let my soul show my path…………!!