Things are getting more and more confused. What was obvious is becoming less and less obvious. The light at the end of the tunnel is starting to dim, everything is pitch black.
All my laid out plans are vanished in thin air. My perfect plan A fell apart, plan B didn't even launch, plan C sounds like a joke from Comedy Central. What I thought I was turned out to be a fallacy; I was deceiving myself and walking on cloud nine. The people I thought to be my "friends" seem more of fans; they're there just for the show, and I give a very good show.
I feel like I'm groping about in the dark. I have no particular sense of direction. I'm totally dependent on faith and hope to get thru this. My eyes are failing me. I 'm all alone. I need to be moving on, but I don't know where. I need to make myself better, I don't know how. I feel battered by life, and left on my own.
So I wait. I exercise my hope and faith and wait. Waiting for hope, waiting for the day to come. Waiting for the light to come up again. Waiting for life to become bright and new. I have faith that all will come to pass, and I will smile again. I wait for a fresh breath of life, an infilling of joy, and peace to get me thru.
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