Sometimes I feel the world moves on without me,

 
Sometimes I feel the world moves on without me,
with its steady footsteps, its senseless singing,
and while the sun embraces the horizon,
I'm still here, in the same corner of the story.
All find their course, their clear purpose,
drawing trajectories in skies of longing,
while I, in shadows, search for the path,
stumble over doubts, tangle in my fears.
The air fills with laughter and dreams,
whispers born in the light breeze,
yet my chest, heavy with longing,
beats with the shadow of a sincere waiting.
I would like to break the invisible chains,
to break through the walls that squeeze my soul,
to find in the chaos the fragrance of life,
and in the midst of the noise, find my calm.