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Dec 2013
Waiting.
Waiting for my life to being.
Right now I'm just floating through the motions.
Life is not lived nor see.
I'm simply going through the routine.
Days come, days go.
Time will continue to flow.

Waiting.
Waiting for my ah-ha moment;
The time when my life will click onto its path.
So much potential, **** little drive.
Peek my interest and I'll dive.
Days come, days go.
Time isn't going to slow.

Waiting.
Why am I waiting?
Life is like an infinite road; no end in sight.
Waiting gives me nothing in the end.
Living life is my new trend.
Days come, days go.
With time I will grow.
Written by
John Duncan  Florida
(Florida)   
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