None of us really know do we?
Even the greats had to wait
So we flounder and hope
Assume then reassume after debate
There are those that want more
Others that grow bitter some jaded
But they wait as another way
Is known not any less than fully
From which is a step too far
Breaking this plane to be taken
To be trapped where ever, whenever
Then is and where we all go
So unknown here tethered
Separated by such a thing as fate.
Even the monsters that prey upon
The devoted, the imitated, the common
Boggle about doing this and that
But really wait.  We wait .