Thou hast led me through my crowded travels of the day to my evening's loneliness, I wait for its meaning through the stillness of the night.
I hear some rustle of things behind my sadness of heart, I cannot see them....
I cannot tell why this heart languishes in silence, it is for small needs it never asks, or knows, or remembers.
Do I have another choice?
Can I find a way to lights?
Feel like I'm on my way of giving up living, I'm on my way of start fighting for surviving, on the way of becoming meaningless......
That which oppresses me, is it my soul trying to come out in the open, or the soul of the world knocking at my heart for its entrance?
Release me from my unfulfilled past clinging to me from behind making death difficult...
where is the way of life?
if dreams die
life is a broken-winged bird
that can never fly
hold fast to dreams
for when dreams go
life is a barren field
frozen only with snow