Powerlessness

In days like this one
when I feel like trapped;
I feel like a piece,
one in a chessboard.

A desire to enjoy more
but more than I can have,
big paces seem small
in an endless while.


More than anything I will
to be owner of my dreams
but anytime I can see
it's further than I think.


Caged in a crystal jail
confortable but monotonus,
I have to stay and wait
until I find my way.

I need to escape from
this senseless stillness,
I have to patiently wait
for the right time to come.

Look at me, here I am like a
prisoner, there I stay still;
seems like an infinite cycle,
not alternatives, no thrills.