Further, I saunter down the desolate pavement.
I wonder why my life is so dismal.
Even the weather today is bitter.
My future appears abysmal.
Where do I go from here?
In no place do I find any rest.
I think the world is playing checkers.
But I am playing chess.
I lose myself amidst the darkness.
It's there I find myself, too.
Still, I will not relinquish my beacon of hope.
Not for anyone, not even for you.
My friends have long abandoned me.
A lot of my family permanently sleeps.
All I have are old memories.
They haunt me from some place deep.
Sometimes, my visions are perfectly charming.
Gladly, I welcome them to stay.
Other times they're nightmares, I find them alarming.
I wish I were able to pray.