Is it that my wings have been clipped,
Or I don't allow my thoughts to fly?
Is it out of my league,
Or I am afraid to try?
Is it me who is alone now,
Or I don't want to take other's support & rely?
Is it seeking the impossible,
Or my well is indeed running dry?
Is the pressure building up,
Or my over-thinking causing problems to multiply?
Is the heat unmanageable now,
Or my temperament is on the fry?
Is it that things are serious all around,
Or my sense of humour is in short-supply?
Is it me in the mirror,
Or a far cry?