Sometimes, at the end of the day, you’ll find yourself unfulfilled

You fail at work, you’re lowly in school

You keep a nonsense relationship

You feel tired everyday out of nothing

You earn money, keep them inside the bank -- stuck forever

You were always told to appreciate the little things you have

But what about the humongous bombs that bombard you, crash you to death?

At times, I wonder where my BIG GOD is.

I thought He’s here.

Or was he here?

Someone approaches me and asked me if she can do an interview,

She wants to write about the things I’ve done

The achievements I’ve had.

But, am I worth to share memoirs of my life?

What I am now is not the person I want to be

I do not even know if my stories are treasures enough to inspire

Where can I find the choice to live a life?

When will I see the path I dreamt of 15 years ago?