Wanting

The things that occupy my troubled mind
Those things right there in front of me
It is that which I pine the most often for
At night, I lie there awake, just trying to sleep

But peace can not be mine, no not on this day
Or not until I accept the way it has to be
I have the dreams of one thousand beings
Yet, there they are, laughing and mocking me

And now, all that I ask is a single chance
And that in itself should be able to set me free
For I will continue this struggle now, I know as life
Wanting what I want, it’s my soul’s pathetic plea