"Adapt to change, you intransigent fool;
don't linger there, and let tears pool.
You can never go back, you never left;
muster your will, before drive is bereft.
The problems you face carry scant weight;
you give them density, as you belie your fate.
You laid the trap that ensnares you, now;
break free of the prison you made, but how?
Introspection tears you apart;
all that you love, will only depart.
The emotional baggage and collected clutter;
drag your spirits down, and your mind to the gutter.
People will never get you, and that doesn't matter;
your go-to move is to make yourself sadder.
Your real struggle is about to begin;
if you don't keep your wits, you can't hope to win.
Avoidance and comfort are delusions at best;
the troubles they've spawned, will give you no rest.
Brace yourself and prepare for the wost;
utilize your gifts, give thanks you're not cursed.
Mind your luck, it will see you through;
for now, you still live and your woes are few."