In morning's light, where dawn's rays unfold,
A girl arose, with a plan to mold,
A side hustle born, with a burning fire,
To turn her passion, into a heart's desire.
She sat down, with a determined stride,
And began to work, with a focused pride.
But as the hours passed, with a steady pace,
Her mind began to wander, to a distant place,
What if this fails, and my dreams are lost?
What if I'm not good enough, and my skills are tost?
The doubts crept in, like a thief in the night,
And stole her focus, with a constant fight.
She tried to push, through the mental haze,
But the what-ifs lingered, like a nagging daze.
The sun dipped low, in a fiery glow,
As she struggled on, with a mind that would not know,
The what-ifs swirled, like a maddening storm,
And her focus waned, like a flickering form.
She tried to calm, her racing mind,
But the doubts persisted, like a constant grind.
And when the day was done, and the sun set low,
She rose from her chair, with a heavy heart to know,
That she had accomplished, so little that day,
And the what-ifs lingered, in a haunting way.
She wondered still, as the stars shone bright,
If her side hustle, was just a fleeting light.
And when she opened her eyes, once more,
She found herself, back in her own door,
The what-ifs, the doubts, just a distant hum,
A memory, or just a fleeting whim?
She wondered still, as the morning sun rose high,
If her journey, was just a passing sigh.
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