I Wait
Shadows of yesterday, eclipse reality,
while in hopes, lie my dreams;
mired in doubt and frustration, I'm left waiting.
Waiting for love's elusive touch, I indulge in pleasures
that are never enough; I'm always wanting more.
And as fledgling feelings flex
impatient wings: I wait.
When desire morphs into lust
and love gets consigned to dreams,
Life affirms that the lies have won over truth.
And I'm left waiting
for a better tomorrow, that's so close;
yet unattainable.
So again, I wait.
Failure deflates inflated egos,
allowing time for thoughts to gestate.
Happiness can't thrive chained to tears,
and yet, it's essential to make love real.
So once more, I wait.
It doesn't help to cry when steeped in hurt,
for that too, shall pass:
and I'll do what I've always done,
wipe away my tears, and wait.
My whole life is spent waiting:
waiting for that perfect someone, the right moment,
the time, the inclination,
and the willpower: to do something,
anything, other than wait!
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