Change is constant,
That's a fact.
But to be open to change,
Is something I lack.
I'm loving the comfort,
Of the familiar things.
I'm scared to wander.
A lot of fear, I think.
You might say I'm a coward.
The hell I care!
But to do what I want,
Is what I prefer.
I'd rather find joy
In the things that I do.
Than pretend to be happy
On the things you push me into.
Say what you want,
Just throw in to my face.
But I'm staying where I am,
Because I believe this is my race.
And if I stumble
And get trampled on.
I wouldn't regret my decision,
I would simply carry on...
*With all the uncertainties I have to deal with... My heart whispers: "Let Thy will be done."
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