I'm a weary soul, life hasn't been fair to me. You can call me a weary soul. I fought all battles with all my strength and power yet I won none of them. My enemies said I'm weak and a loser. Yes I'm a loser because life hasn't given me a reason to be cheerful. I have travelled on dry lands in the Middle East, dark forest and through thunder storms in search of a good fate. My journey has been in vain. I have run an empty race yet I couldn't win. Don't hurt me because I have already had enough of the tribulations and struggles in this universe. Sometimes I cry for no reason yet finds it difficult to shear a drop of tears when I lose a love one. Don't show me love if we are only loving to fight one day to become enemies. There is no need to write a story of our journey when circumstances can turn a perfect story into an ugly one. Nature can be somewhat beautiful and somewhat offensive when it faces reality. Don't persuade me to smile when I'm only smiling to cry one day. Why should I be happy when my happiness will be short lived followed by sadness? I need no assurance and hope I'm just a weary soul.
