Why me ?
In the horrible abyss of darkness
I am hurt blind man alike
I touch the shapes the shapes blindfold
I move my
expecting
Hand upon them
And I feel them bearing up into my mind
I search the picture of them in the unconcious
But they are
so far and unknown
Why can't i know the colours of rainbow ?
Why the moon and the sun are strange to me ?
Why can't I see the
people's faces ?
I do not know
The difference between
The smile and tearful eyes
Why me?
In the emptiness hurting
to pain
I am thristy beggar alike
I want to reach heaven at last
I want to feel the sence of my existence
And discower the
purpose of earthly journey
But what if does not exist?
Will I be able to reach for the sun ?
Why does the uncertainly follow
me ?
Why I am so strange ?
Why do I feel cheated and moved back ?
Why me?
