It's funny

I wish for originality, but crave for comfort

I believe in change, but desire only familiarity

I need to adapt, but can only gawk

My heart and mind see the world at large: a place in need of innovation and execution

but . . .

My hand and arm feel the world is small: a place of pride and execution

So while I stand, staring at all of this land, my conscious constructs only a noose