TOO STRESSED

Too stressed that I can't think straight
I stretched my hands forth in search of help, but found none.
At times i do think that am on a swingletree, forcing my foot down the soil
I sold my hopes to circumstances but I never let them kill my dreams.

Too stressed that I can't wait any much long
And I don't feel like giving up
The first time I tried it was their love, tears and hate brought me back.
Time is too precious that I have none to waste.

Too stressed of thinking about someone
She is the reason why am strong
I hide my pain behind my smiles and laugh them out.
Even though we're far from each other, but love still connects us.

Too stressed that I can't see that am bright as a new penny,
My dreams are as wild as the lightning which resonates in respect to my personality.
People seemed dazzled by my plangent mind and pellucidity,
Yet I look at the world with an eudaemonic spirit and optimism.

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