How long will we wait?
Until our skin is shallow and brittle
Until our hearts stop beating
Until the hope of anew fills us with delight
For we are waiting
Waiting for change, waiting for passion
Waiting for the return of the one we lost
Because we all have known loss and wonder
When will it end? The waiting
When will sunrise rise upon us?
Perhaps, it be best that we rise with the sun
For life does not wait, we do
There is no point in waiting
For what we had, for what we wish will come
Life does not happen in the past or future
It exists in the present, within and around us
We choose our flight or prison
Some with delight, embrace life
Others with fear, suffer through it
And some of us, wait futilely for it to come