Voluntad

Never in my life
have I been able to say what it is
that sometimes ties up
my willpower.
If I’m to call it willpower
for what makes me decide
suddenly and regret it later
when I see you walk by.

I want to do this or that,
tell you about my anxiety
or the disappointment you’ve
left in my life.
They say everything in the wind
takes its place,
but the day hasn’t come
yet when I can enjoy.

Because since you’ve stained my life
with your disdain,
I can’t go back to what I was before.

I forget the steady steps through
this discomfort of mine.
Every day I change the new,
how nice it would be to wake up.
Oh, never in all my days have I been able
to change this that
prevents me from moving my hands and
stops me from starting over.

Because since you’ve stained my life
with your disdain,
I can’t go back to what I was before.
This that makes me demand,
this that gives me a reason to
not let you go even when I know that
you won’t come back,
you won’t come back.

Because since you’ve stained my life
with your disdain,
I can’t go back to what I was before.
My willpower...