My spectacle is covered with dust.
I cannot clearly perceive this world.
I cannot understand what is it that I feel,
how much is there that I need to heal.
My life, my existence,
my work and efforts—
all seem meaningless
from behind this dust.
I am experiencing existential crisis.
Do I wish to stand out
or be one among the crowd?
I don’t know what to hold on to and what to leave.
I am in the vast gulf of pain
from which I can’t find an escape again.
I can’t decide what should I attend to first
because my spectacle is covered with pain and dust.