Oh god, oh god, where is the miracle?
Why don’t you tell me where to look?
Guide me to the path, towards pinnacle,
Which stones to turns, to read which books?
Was is it in the past, when I was blind?
When I was kid, in my mind that wasn’t sane,
When I fought my insanity to become fine,
When the world was less cruel and life was a game.
Oh Lord, oh Lord, why don’t you tell?
Just one question and I will be free
Am I the Hero or Villain of this fairy tale?
Or is there a different role in my Destiny?
Where is the miracle? I ask you again,
Is it in the future for which I am prepared?
Where I will dictate the rules of this game.
Where Sun will be obstacle and miracle will be shade.
Oh God, oh God, reply to me once!
Why this illusion? Why this charade?
Why make me dull? Why make me dunce?
Why are you making me walk in this naked parade?
“The miracle exists and I have given it you,
I have presented you with quil of your destiny,
Why do you cry my child, why looking for clues?
Why beat yourself in the invisible game of mutiny?”
Daily prompt- Waiting