As the night grows darker
the air grows colder
And time ticks on
rushing by too fast
Too much to do
until I can sleep at last
The tears start to fall
as the stress levels rise
I seem to give it my all
but as no surprise
I feel defeated every day
in almost every way
And can't help but imagine
if this was my true passion
Or if I am still searching
for something more than this
As if my calling is lurking
beyond in some hidden bliss
No options other than to
simply go on and follow through
With all that stresses me each day
until it all makes sense
or something better comes my way...
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