My life continues to move,
But I'm still standing still.
I want to move onward,
But I live in the pass.

My Troubles continue to build,
But I'm afraid to face them.
I'm really scared of loosing,
But I'm too scared of change.

My clear dream fades,
But I can't get it back.
I want to reach out and touch it,
But I don't know what I will find.

My remaining life is being controlled,
But I'm not one for confrontation.
I want unnecessary chains to fall,
But they don't seem to understand.

My whole perspective on life is blurred,
But is it really my fault?
Is my life even mine to live?
But then who's is it anyway?