I begin to tire again.

So it is said,

We do not value what we're blessed with.

Joy, not appreciated, till we face sorrow,
Faith, not within, till we be tested,
Love, not given, till it is lost,
Hope, overlooked, till doubts in life settle in,
Peace, taken for granted, till disputes arise.

Have we not learnt these lessons time and again?
I tire once more.



I grope in the darkness, the rays of light burns my skin.
Unforbearing. I've returned to my sinful ways.

God knows.
I pray that I've time to change. I pray once more, to die to my old self.