Sometimes I try to look for a reason.
Just a single one.
Oh, how I try desperately.
Only to find that there’s none!
My throat burns.
And my heart yearns.
To know if there’s a point;
To any of this brunt?
That it’d be all worth it in the end?
And I hear it in my heart again,
Oh no sir! There is none.
So, I just sit here and burn.
My insides, my heart, my soul.
Sometimes I feel I’m not human.
But just a hollow hole!
Is my time here done?
Sometimes I think that I may be weak one after all.
If I can’t make peace with the world just like all.
Then, perhaps I’m too earnest.
Too real, too raw, too burnin’
In this world so cold
Or, maybe I am just a ‘weakling’ by Darwin’s law.
Not shrewd and fast enough to survive.
This treacherous world.
And all its lies!
O’ Lord, this very possibility
Makes me despise;
Even my very own shadow’s sight!