Unconscious Bias

Life slithers satisfied in the self-made narrow furrow, I incise in the known terrain to travel to tomorrow. The journey I waver to take beyond the familiarity, for the company of kinship is a kind of security. The challenges of the unknown build impediment, I strive boldly, but can't cross even being confident. I may try to change the course of life to rejoice in win, but the venture I don’t risk dealing with the unseen. The known roads may veer to uncertainty for sure, no longer I can travel complacent and secure. In the unknown territory outside my own domain, the fear of the indefinite within me will remain. As I build my own pathway, feel singularly proud, it will soon be full of nameless crawling crowd. Strangers will scramble in my space to stay on, an act of intrusion in my private realm I’ll reckon. Life will turn to stagnant river, won’t flow but freeze in the forest of people of faceless unknown trees. In vortex of turbulent time closeness sinks, doesn’t ripple, for the humanity has made a whirlpool of strange people. In my mind conditioned to get aligned with what I know, seemingly unsafe and unreliable alien signals will show. In the clutch of xenophobia it’ll close in lonesome distress, for it embeds unconscious bias of the unfamiliar otherness.