Universe, can you hear my cry?
I cry for help, for my life has lost meaning,
I search for signs, here and there, never resting, hoping you would reach out and guide me,
to my purpose in life, to the life I am meant to have and enjoy,
to the big true love of my life,
I lost count of the many times I thought I had found my passion, only to realize my life was stuck,
in mundane lifestyle, of waking up, working and sleeping,
I can’t help but wonder, is there a better way of living?
Perhaps an answer to all this boredom,
Is there a place, that would make me happy?
Is there a person, that is missing in my life, who has the answers to why I am feeling so dissatisfied?
I stare at the pictures on my vision board,
One of a happy couple, one of a beautiful house,
I wonder, are these things far out of reach?
Or is this just a way to console,
the hearts of those who seek beyond what they can get?
I stare at myself in the mirror,
Do I like who I see?
What does life plan for this person,
Who lost hope in all the disappointment,
Is there a happy end in her tragic life?