Why are those
Who need change the most
Least likely to move
From the comfortable moist
Sit in their puddle
Tepid and stale
Stew of inertia
Destined to fail
It’s scary to swim
Into open sea
The waves get so big
You crash like a twig
Try riding the waves
Let them take you at will
Wander, float, soak the sky
New shores are so nigh