I'm not sure this one is finished yet, but here's what I have so far!

It’s not fair,
How you’ve kept me here,
Encased in this glass,
Where you can watch,
But far from my eyes,
I cannot catch you,
As desperate as I am to,
Out of my hands,
I am patiently pacing,
Is my existence still calamitous?
I tend to be a wind,
That disaster rides in,

In pursuit of a path,
That may lead us back,
Consulting the constellations,
For their sagacious advice,
Heed their warning,
“Don’t let this pragmatic world ruin you”