I can see it looming on the horizon.
It scares me; I feel fear, coldness, and unsure.
I want to crawl into hole and feel safe, warm, and secure.
But holes only give the illusion of safety, warmth, and security.
I can only fit myself in there; not my friends.
My friends, who are they, and where are they?
I am in my hole alone, fearful, and insecure.
Change is coming; its hoofbeats are getting louder and louder.
I carefully stick my head out and decide on my next move.
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