Nightmare

In this middle of the night Perhaps some were snoring Perhaps some were dreaming In this middle of the night The street is half asleep But in this middle of the night Here I am, troubled as I used to be How lucky to live with a smile How lucky to grow and never lie How lucky to walk with a blueprint in hand How lucky to follow dreams and be inspired How lucky to be on a constant and definite track But I am not who I wanted to be And this is the kind of nightmare The kind of cancer The other side of torment Perhaps I will carry as long as I live The sickness I, myself carved in my heart Being on the path I have paved Yet long ago I extinguished Perhaps I never had a bright mind I never had and will never have And this is what I got In this middle of the night I wish I have the courage to backout