Complacent
Become what you were meant to be
The world awaits your arrival, anxious to see
Evolution is bound to rear its head
Afraid of change, you aim to stay stagnate instead
No new adventures for the lonely, just similar strides
One has killed any chance of change, multiple homicides
Copyright © Jaquay Atkins | Year Posted 2017
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