How I envy those who hurdle
Hurdle over a weighted pest
The process seems as slow as a turtle
I often find Myself longing for rest
The obstacle is heavy and over towering
Might I add making it hard to keep going
The hurdle they make is quite powering
How I envy those who are glowing
I feel like there is no escape
The hurdle carries a knife
I try to take my leap of faith
The hurdle smothers my life
The hurdle is armed the hurdle is dangerous
But as I continue
Living I feel like doing less
But Those who sit by and care like at a venue
I will try to live with the pest
How I envy these who hurdle
Hurdle over a weighted pest
I know I'm not alone
But my anxiety is at its best
