I knew I would be a good pianist. But look at me now.

I knew I would be a good actor. Look what's happened to me now.

I knew I would be a good singer. See what I am now.

I know I will be a good guitarist. What will become of me in the end?

Dream after dream, I am shattered.

Hope after hope, will I be left broken?

Who am I? Do I serve no purpose on this Earth? Am I destined to just live and die on this Earth? This filthy, rotten, polluted, sinful Earth?

Why am I cursing this Earth? I possess filthy thoughts. I have a rotten body. My mind is polluted. I am sinful.

Why am I cursing this Earth?

Or are the answers just behind the curtain, the Iron Curtain of filth, decay, pollution and sin? Painfully obvious, yet playfully subtle?

Or will I realise on my deathbed, with tears in my eyes, that too late, far too late, have I learnt, to just let all around you fade away, drop away, to serve God alone, and let his rewards come to you naturally?

Why me?

orchestrated by Renhao at 4:45:00 pm
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