I sit around and wait
Not knowing what is next.
As the world dances around my feet
A mile away I hear a dog barking
Three miles away in another direction
I hear another dog returning the calls,
But still I wait.
In the night air,
Cold, desolate, I pull my blanket tight.
I toss and turn as my feet are tickled,
I roll over, and still I wait.
Dreams are fading fast.
Once a young man turning the hands of time
I’m becoming bitter, angry towards others,
But at myself, because I’m waiting.
Waiting, waiting, waiting for what
I know not, but still I wait.
Like the man with a poor, poor heart,
I’m waiting, nothing more, just waiting.
A dream is waiting, sugar coated waiting,
But I have focus while waiting,
Focus is the key,
To the awakened dream that’s waiting.