I’m not sad – I’m just waiting.
Waiting for something I thought I had a thousand times over.
This seat isn’t as comfortable I once made it long ago when seconds seemed longer.
They flower quickly now.
I’m not happy – I’m just trained.
Showing others and myself the face I want to see.
It takes more energy than before as there is less fuel in the soul to charge it.
Fuel is scarcer these days.
I’m not crazy – at least I hope not.
Though craziness wouldn’t be too bad of a label.
That feeling would be familiar, as I’ve crossed that line many times before.
Repeatable newness might be welcomed.
I’m not sad – I’m just waiting.
And
waiting shouldn’t be like this.
