November 19, 2012

Glass ( I am writing to God).

WHO AM I?

Years of questioning the belief and faith have taken toll on me,
I am still lost in this vision,
I am looking for something, but I'm circling aimlessly,
I still lost in this vision.

I can't answer my own question, of what I want out of myself,
I can't answer you, about how my feelings,
I can't talk now as I'd lost all my wisdom,
I can't tell the truth, because I have none so far.

Who am I?

God, I might had all your love, I am a lucky man,
I might had everything, a perfectly normal life,
But I'm not sure whether if this what I want somehow,
God, why created me in so different way?

God, why I feel so much anger burning inside?
Why there is so much pain inside?
Why I can't let go everything?
Why can't I feel anything?

I'm tired of looking for the sign, the existential,
I'm just going to sit still, and see how you do wonder,

I still believe that I am a good man.


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