Why me?

In the horrible abyss of darkness

I am hurt blind man alike

I touch the shapes the shapes blindfold

I move my expecting

Hand upon them

And I feel them bearing up into my mind

I search the picture of them in the unconcious

But they are so far and unknown



Why can't I know the colours of rainbow?

Why the moon and the sun are strange to me?

Why can't I see the people's faces?



I do not know

The difference between

The smile and tearful eyes



Why me?

In the emptiness hurting to pain

I am thristy beggar alike

I want to reach heaven at last

I want to feel the sence of my existence

And discower the purpose of earthly journey

But what if does not exist?

Will I be able to reach for the sun?



Why does the uncertainly follow me?

Why I am so strange?

Why do I feel cheated and moved back?



Why me?