What's more in store...

What exactly to say and what exactly to do,
I seriously have got no clue.
Life is as stranded as it always has been,
But what's more is store is still to be seen...

With the end of each day,
It is getting tough to hold on.
I am trying to keep hopes alive,
May be somewhere there is a dawn.
Every friday evening I think,
It is one more week survived.
With the hope that the next week,
Will probably see me getting revived!

How I wish I could write my destiny,
I would not have written anything insane.
All I want to do is that,
By a small amount, reduce this searing pain...
Hope is the only thing that is holding me here,
But I don't know for how long.
I wish I am not hoping against hope,
And I can again sing a happy song.

At times I have tried to take the lead,
But I still am on the losing side of this game.
Whatever I might try to do,
But nothing changes and things remain the same.
This is not how I wanted it to be,
This is not how anybody wants things to be.
But somehow it is so now,
And I desperately want to break free...

Maybe the road ahead is not so tough to tread,
And there are no thorns but roses instead.
With this thought I do become a little serene,
But what's more in store... is still to be seen...
It is still to be seen...