I’m jealous of frogs

     Frogs can swim 

And so can I

But they leap

          To their next lily pad 

          Without worrying that 

They’re going to die

They find ways to live

                 Both in water 

                         And on land 

        Why change is scary 

  They’ll never 

Understand

I need to leap but instead

I’m sinking in this bog

Paralyzed by fog

I wish I was a frog