IF I HAD TO GROW?

How is that somewhere,

in the middle of my bed and coffee,

I felt I had o do something?

Somewhere between my performance and frailty,

I realised my work isn't enough for me.

Times between my best and the worst

I wondered where I am missing the gun factor.

Amidst the different minds of people

and their perceptions, I found myself moulded.

Then if I had to grow, I realised I am

like water amidst stones, when

its tenacity can roll over the latter.