Light at the End of the Tunnel

When I consider how I use my time

I usually make a plan for the day.

At first, it starts off as an easy climb

But soon I find myself lost in the way.

Now I ruminate. Falling endlessly. 

Subject to a stalemate. Searching for an escape.

Frozen with frost, I wonder hazily. 

Why am I such a mess? I stood agape.

Who would’ve ever thought that time spirals

And that life gets better eventually 

Because life’s a never-ending cycle 

Of challenges and opportunity. 

Alas it is an arduous journey

But once successful, it will be sunny.