Esperar

I'm taking a journey through my life
Thinking about the good things I'll take to the grave
I just hope not to die right away
Because I wouldn't have taken anything with me

I just hope to recover lost time
And waiting is something that hasn't served me for now, it may be my big mistake
The fear of catching trains left me stranded at the station

And now waiting for a different one to pass, wanting life to double its chance for me
And even though the context is not the same
The message remains to wait

In a moment of sanity I consider
Running like crazy along the train tracks
I will hopefully reach my destination in a couple of years
If I stay here, I won't make it

And that's counting on luck
Not to be run over by the train
Freedom doesn't exist if it wants to be reached
It makes us prisoners to want to achieve it

The bird that doesn't fly is not more of a prisoner
But the one inside the cage
And proposes at two extremes
To live by evasion or to take action

Because the game is not lost yet
We know that life is a game
With unknown rules, excessive strategy
And a life bar measured in years

Which runs out without suffering damage
When time rolls the dice
And I can't stop asking myself what to do with my life
I feel like a madman chasing a fantasy

I don't want to be just another one
Because I've had less life
I haven't lived my childhood as I should
Nor my adolescence and what's left for me

It wouldn't be fair to have suffered like a saint
To live like anyone else
I want to be a star, a damn star
I want to be a star, a damn star

And navigate through the narrow river of could
And not blame myself anymore for things I couldn't
For dreams that fade away
Seconds that slip away

Grabbing Goddess Fortune
And then stabbing her
After all, the deck is not that big
I'll play all the cards

If in the end everything ends
And only bad things begin
They say life is a gift
Go give it away somewhere else

I'm running out of air, I can't even breathe
I write to express myself damn it, not to make you feel sorry
I don't know if it's life imprisonment
But I'm perpetuating my sentence

I hope that what doesn't serve me serves something
I hope that not serving for anything serves something
Because my notebook is filling up
And I have no one to dance to my ballads

I don't want rivers of milk and honey
I don't want a clear sky, I'll stick with the virgins
I'll get to heaven eventually
And believe me, it won't be after my death

But in the meantime, immersed in tears
Aboard a ship that takes me to who knows where
Wherever the wind blows because
It must be a sailboat since there's no visible rudder

Unless the same one who doesn't see is blind
And is writing this despite being blind
Despite thinking that
I know there are things that eyes that look ahead don't see

Because mine looked down for a long time
Interestingly, the same one that hosted me in hell
Now I try to look at the sky
And if I lower my gaze, it will be to spit at those

Who throughout my short life
Thought they were above
Without being just a meter away
And for those who still believe
That the world is theirs under lack of respect

But let me tell you it's not like that
I remember who does them, forget who I gave them to
Some grab a weapon and prepare their revenge
I chose to write