Standstill

i'm a stone
in a dry river
no movement
no interaction

i'm fighting static permissions
to recover forgiven thoughts
breaking chains of dreams
hidden in deep cliffs

i'm lonely
but i'm soft
i'm surrounded
but i'm alone

i'm in a protected bubble
but life is a constant war
i have a strong appearance
but i have a hurtable skin like you

i have more time than others
but i can't share it
i have a lot of opportunities
but i have no choice

i'm an ancient object
looking like a young stone
i have all the power
but i still can't roll

i'm a forced survivor
against the worst conditions
losing unnecessary chips
sanding my own soul

i have no apologies
i always was the same
but after some spicy wounds
i experimented some changes