Thursday, October 17, 2013

Strive, strain and stress

Daunting the task seems to be,
Chip away, can I? I try to see
Minutes then turn into hours,
While I begin to doubt my prowess.
Fastidiousness is my nemesis,
Perfectionist, I am not, I insist.
My efforts though get intensified,
Near the end, I stand petrified.
Deadlines don’t faze me, I proclaim,
The challenges I face, keep me aflame,
Intimidating that once I had tagged,
That job is now done and bagged.