Clouds of doubts snaked across my dear mind,
Like a pregnant sky in labour for downpours, my mind
Roamed from the street of dubiety to the street of maze.
Would I ever get past this tangled web of life? What a haze!
I felt my mind incarcerated in somewhat an abyss,
Fear sought my heart in marriage! A promise of bliss?
Not cocksure, for the wings of hope seemed ablaze.