Butterflies in my stomach for various reasons...
Life's like that, isn't it?
A riddle, a maze
The things I've gone through
still seem alien, a stranger
like a foreigner i wade through
experiences in life, that i've gone thru
so many times before.
I'm scared, but i don't show it
Confused, but still clear
there's things in life that are still certain
still true, still real.
I'm in a whole new territory
terrified? you betcha
but i still smile
even with the butterflies in my stomach...
I'm nervous about dNA. And about life from now on. Haiz.