I am, a creation of dust and made by dust
I am, a free entity with all the choices in front of me
In me, there is a will to live my life

In me, there is a destructive tendency built by hate

Questions asked, never satisfied with my existence

"To where I have to go? The purpose of my direction"
"Why must I face all these sufferings?"
I've been longing to find my reason to exist


A life of sin is reality I must accept
The Book cleary refers to fall of our ancestor

Many would call it as a tale and nothing more

But I can feel its Truth in my own bad blood


Until I find the reason of my suffering...
...through the knowledge written in Bible

No one could make me satisfied with the answer
No one knows me, except The One whoe gives me breath


In fact there is only way God has prepared
I don't think it's wise to take all things just for granted
In fact that there are many distractions around

Try to keep myself from knowing His will