Patience

Need these tales be told? Need the world read my deeds? Need i share? Rhetorics from a fool to another. Mortals know not. Only HIM is informed, We are yet unformed. Are we there yet?. i ask the driver of life's wagon. Like Ice cube, i'm panicky. Hoping for the best, but expecting surprises. Its title, i know not even, but its premiere, i painfully yearn. 'There's not much to be told' So goes the story's moral. Even in this regard, patience is the advice. Who am i to fight the elements? Who am i to claim to know? Its not yet my day to share, Its not yet my hour to tell. Once again, Patience, my curse, my compass. .