Everytime I wish to give up, You change my mind in the nick of time.

Everytime I say I want a break, You tell me to hang on for just a moment more.

Everytime I think I'm gonna crumble, You make me think that I'm not the worst of the lot.

But everytime I look back to You, I feel as if You wouldn't recognise me anymore. The skeptical, cynical, weary, unbelieving me.

You ask me why, but I don't have the reason.

And everytime when I meant to pick myself up, situations crop up to discourage me.

Tell me, when will this stage of my life end?

I ask You why, but You don't give me the reason. Can I still believe You won't leave me hanging in mid-air?

And God, there's still no flexirule to be found. I ask You..how many friends have I made in my entire lifetime..that none would lend me a helping hand. I no longer want to pray for instant miracles, good grades, happy family. I just pray that You are with me and You will always be with me.

Are You or are You not?