I enter my life from day to day
Not knowing what will come my way,
I trip on rocks that give me pain
Then crying out as if insane
Like blinded by the thoughts I've had
Discerning not the good from bad.
I'm only travelling with me
And site is not for me to see
Beyond the moments ticking out , The hours gone by yet, still I shout,
"When will light light up my night
And give me cause beyond my sight?"
Some say I should have friend to guide,
Yet friendship from me seems to hide;
I'm not out poured as opened jar
And with myself I often spar:
Oh, how can friends not gossip much
If one has not the common touch.
Perhaps, I should read, read and read,
Even count my prayers on bead;
Even then, life could not foretell
Whether soul and body did well,
So, best thing I could ever do:
Love myself so I could love you.
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