How These Problems Create...

These problems that we face; they keep us in place.
Working to break down those barriers; wanting to achieve something spectacular.
Nothing can stand in our way; i hoped nothing would.
What're the chances of something great happening; something that will change our lives?

Waiting for that chance; fingers crossed and ready for the greatest thing to happen.
If that chance was there to be taken; would you take it?
If the moment was to take you away; would you let it?
Not looking for an answer; but a motive, something that would show me a hint of hope.

The barriers continue to remain; it's your choice whether they fall to the ground.
Wishing that they'd turn into dust and blow away in the breeze.
There's no problem to face anymore; just a slight hint of hope is all i'll need.
That barrier will be broken; one day, some way, somehow.