I've waited so long,
To hear my destiny's song,
But all that plays
Are the sounds of wasted days.
I cast off a life,
With potential rife,
Hoping for something better,
A spirit without fetter.
I've dug this pit,
In which I now sit,
Wondering if my choice was brave,
Or if I've dug my own grave.
Here I have waited,
Endless yearning unsated,
For something unknown,
A light yet to be shone.
But have I fallen to far,
My heart now just a scar?
Where once I was bold,
Am I now only cold?
I may never know,
Until to death do I go,
For this answer I want to see,
I will wait, as patient as a tree.
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 1:37 PM UTC
I've waited so long,
To hear my destiny's song,
But all that plays
Are the sounds of wasted days.
I cast off a life,
With potential rife,
Hoping for something better,
A spirit without fetter.
I've dug this pit,
In which I now sit,
Wondering if my choice was brave,
Or if I've dug my own grave.
Here I have waited,
Endless yearning unsated,
For something unknown,
A light yet to be shone.
But have I fallen to far,
My heart now just a scar?
Where once I was bold,
Am I now only cold?
I may never know,
Until to death do I go,
For this answer I want to see,
I will wait, as patient as a tree.