Change

Change is coming.

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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