It Aint Easy.

It aint easy being an introvert at times

When the Grey clouds hover,

They are hard to shake

When the mind is all a bother.

Even the tranquility the garden gives

Is no guarantee to sway,

No matter how hard the mind tries

To shoo those Grey clouds away.

But try one must to attain success

To win the current battle,

Fight it, bite it, shake it,

Like you would a babies rattle.

Think of that, a baby,

Smiling at the din,

Sweet child of innocence,

No Grey cloud would dare get in.