Chaos days

I feel my life’s at stake;
Among the paths, which one shall I take?
No road has either signs or light;
I can’t tell which way is right.

I stopped at the tail station;
Trap, with vague destination;
Beneath my feet, the roads converge;
No hopes but doubts merge.

One is differ from one another;
I feel forsaken, oh dear Father;
In this nightmare, I’m unwell;
One lane might lead me to hell.