Like indistinct windows of a passing train,
Shifting my eyes to keep up with the stories,
Stories and people in each window,
Life passes me like the blurred train,
I am afraid I'll miss it, not fast enough to keep up.  

Once every now and then this feeling creeps in,
That I'm not good enough, may be I don't belong,
On days I soar higher than the clouds,
It comes down to my abilities and limitations,
And my fear that I don't know enough.

When I soar I remember the feeling,
Like I'm invincible and can do anything,
More importantly though, I feel my existence is justified,
People in my life with their kindness and affection,
Make me feel loved.

I forget that often, that I am loved,
Trapping myself in a bubble of misery,
Chained to the burden of my fears and failures,
Then out of nowhere you come along and carry the whole of me,
With my good and bad, I fly again in your love.