I'm stuck in the mud.
I need a rope,
A sprinkle of hope.
There's a light ahead,
So I'll hope instead.
I won't fret.
Have to be brave for someone else.
I'm undergoing a lot of stress.
Life seems to be a mess.
But no matter what I won't regress
But this is a new chapter,
Like a squirrel growing winter fur.
Everything happens so soon.
No matter what takes place, I won't be a buffoon.