What's there left to do when fate is left out of your hands?
What is is about little cracks on a foundation that make you think the worst of things?
Why do certain puzzles you've solved in life get difficult as time goes by?
Why can't one get one easy break their way?
Is it wrong to seek the best in things constantly?
How is it that maximum efforts sometimes don't get rewarded?
Why pick at the one spot in an immaculate place?
Is it fair to have any and all attempts at rectifying be futile?
When will this stop?
Will it stop?
Can this be saved?
Can I get a second wind?
How will this look down the road?
What road can be taken for all this to be perfect again?
How much weight can one possibly carry before complaining that it's heavy?
Is there relief in sight?
How can the toll be shown on one's face?
Can willpower outlast the turmoil?
Will more motivation be needed to see this through?
Will my spirit come out alive from this?
