The inertia of present.

Your world is only as safe as your comfort zone,
Your resilience is but a weak put-up of your fragile soul.
To withdraw is a reflex,
It's only natural to take a step back.

Still waters run deep,
You never know the mystery of within.
The unravelling can be persplexing,
The process is mind-boggling.

The residue may be the essence,
Yet the inertia of present outweighs its potential.