Vague and murky,
These days, these uncertainty
Mutilated my sense of creation
I can hardly find my inspiration.
I am vulnerable in this solitude
I try to find my own verisimilitude
But it is hard to manifest it
As this enigmatic labyrinth's covering it
I kneel and I weep, I am so weary
I just couldn't envisage what is beyond this path
Can anyone save me from this dreary
Agony which is succumbing my future path.
Today I am enfeebled. Tomorrow will I be standing?
Or would I already be paralyzed and waiting?
Wisdom...I need it to keep me looking for the light
Nearly crumble and I just lost all my strength to fight.
