My Problem

Okay, my problem is the same.

I see solutions. Each one leading me back to square one.

My problem is a loop. An infinite one, as of now. Heh:)

My problem is a wall. Which is infinite. I need to get to the other side.

My problem is not that I have become something else.

My problem is that I have lost the something I was.

My problem is that I see rays, good ones, but they go away.

My problem is that, I fear, I fear being like this forever, cause there is no escaping these black holes.

And in yet another attempt to live, I call for God. I call for me. I scream somewhere inside, and I cry there as well.

God, let me be the one, again. Oh God, give me triumph now!