Those Who Wait

Heaven holds high hopes for those who wait. Wanting something more than just an entrance through the gate. In this world we’re offered treasures in exchange for our life’s weight, Like sacrificial brownie points towards our heavenly estate. If given opportunity, to conquer all possibilities, Then I’ll take the narrow road I see And try to make the best of me. I’m stagnant trapped in life’s routine. Sometimes the sunrise feels like the beginning of the day’s captivity, But I’m not worried because I know I’m free. I care about my dreams you see, Just not to the point of putting Heaven, in any kind of jeopardy. Perfect patience, wanting nothing; How does such a state exist? With all the answers dancing past me In their often most alluring bliss Joining in life’s fast paced race, Becomes a hard fixation to resist. I know I want to get there I don’t know what I’ll see But I will keep on moving Until I make the most of me.