Change.
It will be the death of me.
I cling to what I know,
like a spider on a single strand of its web. 
It stays there not knowing what to do next,
Or where it's going from there.
I'm stuck in this endless loop of uncertainty,
Confusion billowing around me,
Causing me to go blind to the rest of my life,
Shutting out all I can't understand.

I can't grasp what is not understood.
Will it all make sense in the end?
Or am I going to have to bend.
To change, or life,
Or to fate itself
not controlling where life takes us,
Whether it takes us to our spiraling downfall,
Or to something new to our way of life.
But what happens in between?
When life does nothing at all?
Do we sit idly waiting for change to come,
Confused in emotions,
With no one to turn to but ourselves?
Or do we make change ourselves,
Making  life pick up its pace?
That's for life to decide,
For I live only in that way.