Soon as we solve one problem,
Another one appears,
We stop feeling comfortable,
And all confidence disappears.
They somehow manage to regrow,
Because we only cut the stem,
So we have to find the roots,
And we have to remove them.
They get worse over time,
Some challenges harder than others,
And when they stack on our shoulders,
Sometimes we can’t even bother.
But we know we can’t give up,
These heavy problems make us stronger,
And if we’re collapsing near the end,
We’ll tell ourselves, “Just a little longer.”