As I try to fight the storm,
I see myself badly torn.
I try to walk by the aisle,
But a side of me is too fragile.
I feel in the middle of nowhere,
And I am just left gasping for air.
What is it that shakes me within?
Is it something really grim?
I wonder if my path is not right,
And I will endure a difficult plight?
But how can I say which way is true,
As everything here seems too new.