waiting for what to come
but what is coming?
i don't know, that's why i am waiting
but what if nothing is to come?
what if it is what it is now?
I'm so tired of drawing a tomorrow, and tomorrow comes different
The moment is precious..
but the waiting kills the moment
Dream and reality together are life
waiting makes life like a heavy burden on the shoulders
and the moment collapses under the weight
Tired of waiting and waiting
while flowers blossom
and the sun rises and falls again and again
no waiting is worth it
tired of waiting