Words And Hope

I press any key in my keyboard Hoping that miracles will happen And some answers will be delivered In a plain paper package And mysteriously appears In front of my waiting door... The question remains: Why does it hold back? The mood, the pain and the tide When I can nowhere Settle my tormented mind And figure this one out... I pour my efforts Hoping something will change, Some solutions will atone For the errors that I have made: Choices, I dare ask, choices But why do I live this way? It is not the art or the struggle, It is the aimlessness That makes me sad For what I might have had If I have done it another way, Now I really wonder... Time consumed behind a computer Feeling no guilt anymore For taking things That clearly belong to me: Time, energy and dreams I feel are due to me When they are needed For some purpose... I want the past and the future And everything else I rightfully deserve in life...