Nothing Else

Pacing back and forth in the middle of nowhere

Trying to keep my upper lip stiff there

With flashback of failures I didn’t take to bear

Of memories of people who never tend to care

It hurts me so much whenever I try to see

This world that never let me be me

Obviously, I can never create a perfect fantasy

Once or twice was enough but not this many

What’s more hurting is when I hope more

I cannot afford to see another closed door

I envy the eagles in the air as they soar

And ask myself, “What is life for?”

People ridicule me for having stuck on a chair

Mouth dry and almost never utter a prayer

Suddenly, I remember the reassuring bells

My soul has found God, I need nothing else