Late in the morning,

My life could not foresee.

When I open my eyes there is nothing,

For my life is full of uncertainty.

Where do I go?

That I may hide my face.

And what should I do?

That I may maintain my pace.

I became a wonderer,

Of this world of fairy tales.

And I fear and quite lesser,

When I tried something but it fails.

I cried for help,

And wished for my final curtain.

But I found myself like a whelp,

For this life is uncertain.