She sits, at the end of her porch
Waiting for the day when everything
Will fall into place

He sits, only inches away from his phone
Waiting for the text
That may never arrive

She stands, finally
Deciding to do something
So all will fall in to place

He stands, deciding
That waiting only
Hurts rather than helps

Will you sit around?
Or will you stand and do something?
The choice is yours...