The Waiting

Waiting, I think of the past. 

Waiting, I imagine the future.

Waiting, my mind wanders places in my life,

I never thought existed.

 

Waiting, for something to begin 

Something to end 

Or just go on.

 

Waiting for more, for less, 

For what I think is enough.

 

Waiting is the stuff of life;

Birthday hopefully, 

Next phase in life, disdainfully 

Or death wistfully.

 

Many thoughts provoked, stuttered,

Stumbled and then streamlined.

Waiting is the ultimate.

The hallucinogenic drug, I never knew.