We seem to all be waiting
we are not so happy
with this time and place
and so wanderlust rises
and we set out to discover
a place of happiness..
This is how our days are spent
becoming that which we
now are not..
Sometimes becoming is
simply waiting
we wait for a coming
improving what is now..
Becoming begets pain
with temporary reliefs
along these paths..
We are waiting
for a whisper:
Simply Be...