Yellow moon

Why this waiting, why this waiting?
Why this feeling of helplessness
when you see all the good things happen?
Why does unhappiness take hold of me
And surrounds me with its claws of anxiety?
Haven't I suffered enough
In my short existence?, that already
Faith falls dead in my arms.
Why does illusion grow
bigger every day
if I can't get it?
If I can't get it
Why that day?
Why that precise moment? And not now...
That's when I'm alive.
Why this waiting, why this waiting?
Why this feeling of helplessness
When you see all the good things pass you by?
Passing by and not being able to turn back
Looking at the yellow moon
Without getting it...