Waiting

Are we

Waiting for the voice inside our head

To turn into a story

 

Are we

Waiting to live a story

That we think we are meant to be living

 

Are we

Waiting too much for tomorrow

Seeing too little of today

 

Are we

Dwelling on dreams and hopes and wishes

Floating on faults and ifs and grudges

 

Are we

Aching for what might be

In spite of what is

 

Are we

Living, or merely are we breathing.

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