In the shadows of time, I find my stride,
Yet it feels like a battle, with hope set aside.
Reasons elude me, like whispers in the night,
Sickness lingers, no answers in sight.

Doctors prescribe, the pills... I feel high,
"Just take this," they say, as the years drift by.
A hundred tests and later, I still search for the truth,
years of questions, where's the wisdom of youth?

But this year is different,...