It was accumulation of little things
It was not about events;
It was not about intensity;
It's about consistency.
Little things count more than anything;
I feel the start of something new -
Happiness! Or anxiety!
Or I am feeling overwhelmed.
I am tired of eccedentesiast
And I am feeling lisztomania.
But tho' I will grow through this
Because I am a ray of Sunshine
And bright like a diamond;
I am a full cup of positive tea
And you are going to watch me take over.
Student of Class - X, Scholar's
School and College.