Happy Never After

The door slams shut
on another uneventful day
The same as the last
And that as before it
"Hi Honey, I'm home!"
The enthusiastically ironic call
Unanswered of course
Bar the jangle
Of my keys across the side
The silence is, as always, loud
Punctuated only
By the monotonous him
Of the empty refrigerator
A real life metaphor
On, and working
But for no real reason
As its empty and useless
The gateway locked tight
Locking me inside
As much as shutting out
The outside
Real life becomes
An onoune social interaction
Digitized persona 
An A.I. not
Of persona non gratis
its a strange thing, this existing
Repeating functionality
With no clear goals other than to repeat
Repeat again
Even islands get visitors
Even inmates socialise
I guess we are all inmates
Of our own mental prison
Day release the best you can hope for
In the circumstances
Huh, I dont know sometimes
Whether I'm the football or the foot
Other times, in lucid moments
I ponder the multiverse
And wonder whether alternate me's
Are happier
Without self imposed exile
Or if they, too
Are destined to live, happy never after
They say take one day at a time
Tried that, I say be careful
Or forward planning
Becomes a cross to bear
As your future becomes just as terrifying 
As fear itself
Endless possibilities
Inevitably come
With their own brand of fear
Because if there is one thing you can rely on
Its the worst. 
Happening.