Everything in my stride

I cry, I crib

When faced with the unfavourable

Sometimes all I do is write it down and squib

 

When life throws a predicament

And demands an act

I put in all of my efforts for the best precipitant

Often times I pray

When life gets tougher

For all of the hitches to simply go away

 

But then I realize

That existence is no smooth ride

And with no anomalies it simply wouldn’t materialize

 

So, I take on everything in my stride

For what would a lifetime be

If all spiritless and over simplified!