the sober reflections hit hard when I'm in my all time low
doubts, fear and uncertainty seems to be the order of the day
eyes closed but mind opened , the thoughts won't stop coming
running towards perfection but perfection's pace is so hard to come by
how long more till one starts soaring
or is it a matter of patience and haste ?
Deep thoughts sometimes don't amount to deep pockets
so also there's no smoke without fire
I need an action to bring about a reaction
Is it time to go hard and leave home?
what a dilemma when it comes to choosing between freedom and peace
these doubts of mine suddenly breeds insecurity
would I have a headway or not
not having the luxury to know what the future holds surely is a worry to man
my fingers have been crossed for so long they're getting numb
patiently waiting for the light at the end of the tunnel