Is it only me,
Who feels that each day we are slowly dying;
That each decision is a matter of crisis,
Fending off death or drawing it closer.
That each decision can make or break us,
Lead us to victory or lead us somewhere astray..
Or is that the anxiety talking?
Each of us is made unique;
Each of us marches to a different beat-of-the-drum;
And this is my burden—
To seek out the best in me.