Why me ?

In the horrible abyss of darkness 
I am hurt blind man alike 
I touch the shapes the shapes blindfold 
I move my expecting 
Hand upon them 
And I feel them bearing up into my mind 
I search the picture of them in the unconcious 
But they are so far and unknown 

Why can't i know the colours of rainbow ? 
Why the moon and the sun are strange to me ? 
Why can't I see the people's faces ? 

I do not know 
The difference between 
The smile and tearful eyes 

Why me? 
In the emptiness hurting to pain 
I am thristy beggar alike 
I want to reach heaven at last 
I want to feel the sence of my existence 
And discower the purpose of earthly journey 
But what if does not exist? 
Will I be able to reach for the sun ? 

Why does the uncertainly follow me ? 
Why I am so strange ? 
Why do I feel cheated and moved back ? 

Why me?