Those beads of sweat,
Eyes which fret in nervous sweats
The flustered appearance,
And a dash of adrenaline to spice up things
A sprinkle of quiet trepidation,
And a measure of anxious tension.
A recipe that creates haywire,
That’s what it usually is.
But sometimes,just sometimes,
You see a different kind
Calmness in those eyes,
Hope still going strong.
Things go sailing down,
Yet with every sinking ship,
But shielded by Perseverance
The courage to continue,
And therein lies the recipe for success.
P.S:I know the picture is too cliché but couldn’t find a better one that goes with the theme