Nope

If I could stop the clock and heal... but no. I can't stop or heal anything.

My mind is like an empty room with a hollow hand dancing, and dancing senselessly. 

A white hand swirling and harming, the hand of no-one mocking at my well-deserved nothing.
So easy and so complicated at the same time.


And despite I captured and controlled my destiny, I didn't get anything out of it, just a complete and sterile liberty, and that is my nada.
Because I never was really happy, not even once.


Then, like a consolation that only hurts more, the simple voice of the disappointing nature, master of reality, comes and speaks in my ear:


"Maybe one day, or most probably never."