Four leaves on a clover
Four spheres in my life
It's the picture of luck
So why do I struggle so much?

I've been provided with everything
I've been prepared for each standard
Yet with all my best efforts
The outcome is never enough

Why do I struggle so much?
When I have everything I need
When I have such fortunate circumstances
That most would not believe

Why do I struggle much?
When there is no reason to justify
This growing weight in my chest
This floating lightness in my head

Why do I struggle much?
Why is it getting harder to breath
Why won't my body stop trembling
Why is my mind growing hazy
Why is my vision suddenly blurry
Why has the scilence gone static
Why does it feel as though
I'm not even here, not even real

There are four leaves on a clover
One for every sphere of my life
In each one I have been so lucky
So why do I struggle so much?


© LiaRay