World called it midlife crisis, it sounded too cliched to be true.
He called it boredom, an allergy to the known,
The world, just smiled.
‘Novelty is overrated’, said, the wise ones,
‘Comfort of the known’, he dismissed.
World mutated wonderfully to offer him new opportunities,
Routines, are where he found his norm.
Unpredictability in this world scared him,
He hated the monotonies of this life.