Waiting
It feels like I'm waiting.
But I don't know what for.
Still feel I'm existing.
Nothing else but my soul.
Got mixed in the chaos;
Lost myself in the crowd.
Ended up in the distance,
Now there's no one around.
I sit with my thoughts and,
I swirl them around;
'Til they're bouncing off the walls,
Eventually knocking me down.
So I look in the mirror,
To regather myself.
And remember how in life,
All you have is yourself.
Willing to keep going;
Every day like before.
I still feel like I'm waiting.
But I don't know what for.
END
Copyright © Ariel Duarte | Year Posted 2011
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