POETRY OF HOPE

Looking at the point of light in the dark room.
Hoping the sun came over
I'm stuck in her saturated point of life.
So I want to run away from this life.
The bright day was like a night too dark
Every daydream is filled with dreams that are always pending.
Every imagination is filled with an emotion
Until I fell off the height of his imagination
I want to run in a brighter direction. how can I get away from this downturn.

Prayer for the rising of light will always be read in this heart.
To what extent can I go back to chasing this dream.