Of how we adapt to a change
Or remain the same
When all we'd like to gain
Is a couch to rest
And enjoy what's packed
Into our solitary domain.
To lose
Or to trust, as to confide
In what becomes
No more than a lust, is
To change a single heart
In a healthy way
That may not keep us sane
When life's gone about
And left us to adapt or to change.
