The dark side of me

Every morning, sunlight shine through the glasses,
never once I wake up because of it,
My eyes are used to see the darkness,
and I was blind because of that.

I remember songs from my childhood,
songs which my mother always sing to me,
now I cannot hear them anymore,
they only exist in my mind.

I see no more, I hear no more,
probably I am also speak no more,
but I am not disable or so,
I just refuse to do so.

I do this not because I am smart or something,
I do this probably because I am a fool
I do this not because I am proud or anything
I do this probably because I am afraid of everything.

God gives us life, human beings so we can roam the world,
fill the empty space with hope and joy,
He is very Merciful and Compassionate,
yet, there were time in my life I ask questions,

Why am I here?
What is my purpose in this life?
What is the meaning of life itself?
How am I suppose to live this life?

Time who always by my side help me no more,
High noon is nearly come,
yet so many things I do not know,
One thing that I understand now is,
The more I think of them the more confuse I am.

booms2x,
Stormy dawn near cold peak of a mountain.
May, 2002