This time it all seems very hard.
This time I’m scared, for things the future in stores.
This time though I’m given hope, it all seems a distant dream.
This time, I’m pushing myself way too hard,
To answer the questions which my mind seeks.
This time self- doubt is where I reach,
Every time a hurdle blocks me,
This time, in phases,
I’m acting too pessimistic,
A part may/ may not be of me.
This time

