Traveling To A Blurred Destiny

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A crossroad? No! I can’t even see a road
It is being in the woods with a blind fold
I’m totally lost, wandering the unknown
Just trusting my senses to lead me to you

And I keep stumbling, falling into the pit
Picking myself up gets harder and harder
But I try to follow the sound of your voice
‎It’s my only guide in this bleak surrounding

As I open my eyes with hope to see clearly
There’s a fog, it’s enveloping the horizon
And all I can do is to pray, to listen
Then continue this journey with only faith…

I’m still stuck somewhere in the woods, in the pit
It’s unlikely I’ll figure my way out soon
But as long as I hear your voice, calling me
I know I’m in the path towards my destiny

– October 2, 2017

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Please, Lord!

I did the best I could
Please don’t let me be fooled
I can only hope, pray
To let it be my way

‎Is it a new chapter?
‎A future that’s brighter?
The path to destiny
To end my agony?

But it’s reaching for star
It’s so close yet so far
My patience is tested
Now I am frustrated

So I lay it to You
Please help me to pull through
‎Please tell me how to deal
Please let it be Your will

– October 2, 2017

Vague Questions

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I’m tired from this endless search for passion
I’m running in loops without direction
I keep whining – I’m a broken record
How can my mind and heart reach an accord?

Insecurities are resurfacing
And all my doubts are no longer hiding
I’m crying for help, bursting into tears
Oh, why am I surrounded by my fears?

Can I stop counting the hours and days?
What should I do to figure out the ways?
My vision, my dream – they’re nowhere in sight
Oh please tell me! How do I see the light?

– September 1, 2017

Into The Darkness

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As the meteor touches the earth
The ground and surrounding give birth
To nothing but pitch black darkness
With inexplicable holiness

The apocalypse is starting
People are screaming, panicking
Running from the ghost of madness
Not knowing it’s the mask of gladness

And it’s blinding me – clouding my sight
But to be here just feels so right
So I’m submitting to this voidness
Here I am… into the darkness

– August 29, 2017