5 W 1 H

When the day become so lonely
Took away every sounds silently
A train of thoughts rushing into my brain
Make my visions crawling out of the hole

I'm so lively
either, so lonely
I'm so Angry
either, so calm
I'm so sad
either, so happy
I'm no one
either, someone

Let me think about tomorrow
I've never found an answer
What it's like to be?
Let me think about yesterday
I've never found an answer
How come it was very cheerful?
Let me think about now, here, and today
I've never found an answer
What i'm doing right now?
Am i set my foot on the right way?
Or rushing to the highway?
Or maybe, turning into the deep hole of mistake?

I want to be painted gold
I want to be painted pink
I want to be painted blue
I want to be painted green
I want to be painted red
Even, i'm sure that some part of my heart, body, mind and soul was painted black

Can i see the light at the end of this tunnel?
Can i smell the grass' scent at the edge of concretes?
Can i hear the sound of water under the fireplace?
Can i touch the soft silk over the barbed wire?
Can i taste the chocolate after this bitter pill?

Everyone has their role and their love
What, Who, When, and Where's mine?
And how's that going to be?