The Waiting Game

Patience for proof of there being some kind of blessing in the human race and it not being a lie takes patience looking for someone to read between the lines and having the sirens go off and as i sit here wondering how good am i at this waiting game will i freak when the time comes or will I shoe I was never good at waiting in line always wanted to jump ahead but i understand the angels must be busy taking soo many people to heaven but hello angel They are dead now I'm still alive I sure need a saint and proof the human race doesnt just strike up the parade that its an amazing thing when in fact it steals from fourteen year olds waits from them to grow up and leaves them playing the waiting game until they die Patience is a virtue when in the midst of crooked cops backwards systems of political algebra of justice and selfishly saving your own life you know you would break the law so i play the waiting game and wonder am i waiting to die? silently these whispers turning into screams do they know the madness it is coming from me and all of my broken shattered dreams the truth we dont offer second chances well not to me so i just play the waiting game i can't save myself can u save me?