Like waiting for an exotic flower to bloom
Or even for spring to finally arrive again
Also waiting for a long lost friend to arrive
And as well much the same as waiting for rain

Its the not knowing how some things will be
Or in confusing times pondering good or bad
Hoping for a new tomorrow even  peace of mind
Butterflies in hearts  imagining happyness or sad

All as if know everything souls promise miracles
And here you are knowing they simply don't exist
For impossibilities  might be possible tomorrow
But after a lifetime to this day yet to be kissed

That feeling one gets having to rely upon a fool
As at this point one sometimes has  little choice
All the prayers sayers players come what may'ers
Telling you woryy not instead have a coffee rejoice

That not knowing wondering imagining doubting
Life's taught  long ago the words trust me you hate
For every time someone said them to you smiling
Inner strength prevents you showing them the gate

Weve all known this feeling deeply within ourselves
You know the greatest psychic with you always rides
How often have we wished we'd listened to that advice
How often have we wished we'd instead trusted our vibes


terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018