Zig-Zag

We humans walk a zig-zag path
from wise to foolish and, sometimes, back;
from love to hate,
joy to despair.

We pair up, then abandon
for better fare,
then wish we could return
where once we were.

We are a fickle people.

I would guess
there’s not a one would doubt it.
We can’t resist,
thus, sameness is the usual victim.

Move on, we say,
afraid of being sated,
possessed of fear,
if only because we believe
nothing new is here.