Change

The hardest thing to do in life is change.
There are things I don’t want to rearrange.
I live in the jail of normality,
Imprisoned by my rationality,
Fearing everything I will find strange.

Taking nothing outside my comfort range,
I seek to limit my social exchange,
Consumed by my own abnormality.
The hardest thing to do in life is change.

There are things I do want to rearrange.
Myself, I no longer wish to shortchange.
Seeking to improve my mentality,
I summon my irrationality.
But any real hope seems, at best, long range,
For the hardest thing to do in life is change.