Patience is a virtue, she said with a smug smile.
Time holds a tight grip but only for awhile.
For if I can out wait time, all of life can be mine.
Waiting is easy when you can wrinkle your life line.
Past, present, and future have become only words to me...
For you see,
I only exist in the now.
I have learned to be free.
Free of the regret that comes with the past.
Free of the worry that comes with the future.
Waiting can become all we do,
But if you learn to love waiting...
All of life is open to you.
Apr 22, 2018
Apr 22, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC
Patience is a virtue, she said with a smug smile.
Time holds a tight grip but only for awhile.
For if I can out wait time, all of life can be mine.
Waiting is easy when you can wrinkle your life line.
Past, present, and future have become only words to me...
For you see,
I only exist in the now.
I have learned to be free.
Free of the regret that comes with the past.
Free of the worry that comes with the future.
Waiting can become all we do,
But if you learn to love waiting...
All of life is open to you.
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