Waiting...

What am I waiting for?

No particularly a question of when but what.

I am not waiting for time to pass, nor a time to come.

I am merely waiting.

This is what one does in this world.

Wait…

You wait all the time.

For the train, for food, for communication.

But why are you waiting?

Because you must.

Because you must wit away your life.

Everything takes time, your time.

My time.

However for me I am waiting for something.

Yes a something.

An explanation that only creates a substance.

Giving it no form and no definition.

My what?

My paradise.

A place, not a time…

Where I can find my eternal happiness.

And I will not have to waiting anymore in this world.

A place where I can be with those I love.

My place.

Their place.

I want to grasp it in my hand.

That feeling.

Oh I have experienced it a few time.

For a little while.

But some of those memories can no longer be repeated.

Time has made sure of that.

So what am I waiting for?

For the Sunrise to more across my face,

And greet me with it’s warmth.

For the days to come when I will no longer have to wait.

For that place, anymore.

It’s coming…

It is just a matter of waiting.