I remember what I had felt a few years back, when the poundings of my heart denied rest when my head couldn't keep up with the world and, my stomach had the hardest time digesting what I swallowed I remember going up to my mother when I couldn't entertain the trouble any longer because who else would you run to what she said is still deeply rooted inside my mind, "This is a phase baby and this shall pass." and you know,I believed in her. There was this another time, When things got fine I surrendered to places to seek the solace,stillness had failed to provide I couldn't be more sane and settled, I thought I was strolling beside my mother listening her humming Just when she asked me if I was prepared for my roles now because who else would take the pain to ask and whatever she said this time eradicated whatever was deeply rooted inside my mind "I hope you'd do that soon because, This one too is a phase baby and this shall pass too." and you know...