Life is a maze

Excitement I had was when you gave me hope;
but I would never expect it was a fine hope.
Thought that I were granted a magic carpet from my drop;
but why must you disappear it with a "POP"?

Glimpse of light switching into darkness;
standing in the situation of helpless.
For all the hope I've been wishing for,
You turned all into a down pour.

Insomnia nights make me depressed,
how am I going to progress?
Standing in a pace of pretty maze,
and how long should I haze?

I cringed whenever I think of it,
pondering whether there's a place for me to fit.
I stunted whenever I've been question,
Because I don't even know my own situation.

All I do is to pray more,
hoping for the best to heal the sore.
I knew I couldn't ask for more,
but I can stand it no more.

Why oh why,
please tell me why..........



:'(((((((

~june~