good things come to those who wait
be it money, power or a very hot date
say people who've lived patiently
and thus, succumb to death in a way so uncanny
that from their first breath to the last rites
from their lovely days to sleepy nights
nothing stands out, nothing really matters
all their stages of life in scatter
mothering kids to cheating spouses
cooking dinner to sprouting abuses
getting married to getting hospitalized
their birthday to deathday, everything finalized!
then what do we live for? to end up this way
sad and lonely with bursts of joy on some random day
just going through the chores and getting done with it
we wait to live by slowly killing our wit
that maybe one day this curse shall break
and maybe we too will be able to make
a life worth remembering, a life worth filming
watching documentaries, worshipping celebrities
all the while going round in circles, whimpering
losing that spark with each added year till we reach our sixties
being grateful for a life that was wasted in wishing for more
we wait, yes dear reader, we wait all our lives to die, even before-
we learn to live, we learn to fly above bluest of waves
with an albatross around our neck, we survive as slaves