TRACES OF LIFE

TRACE OF LIFE

Just a tinge of life,

light, hope, faith

I am having left 

in my palms. And I 

am tired.

After this long journey

through unknown valley,

I think I am on cessation.

I was sure last night was 

the last. But it wasn't.

Why? I don't know what

to do with this new Sun.

As far as I am concerned,

I believe I have nothing to do.

My sack of success and failure is full.

Sun is staring brightly at me.

I am looking into