Don't try
And it works much
Better.

I run and hide
As if a wall could somehow
Protect me
From the onslaught of things
Amazing things
Terrible things
It becomes too much for my young mind
To handle

Lying here
Nothing makes me happier
Than having you snuggled close
Falling asleep on my chest

Where is my silence?
I cannot find it
Where is my innocence?
Never to return
Where is my comfort?
It seems eternally amiss
But I have nothing to complain about.

I wait
And I wait
Again I wait
What else is there to life
Than waiting for the next thing?
How do we go on without something to wait for?
Hope is more important
And faith is waiting based on hope
Hopefully the wait is long
But we always want it short
Instant gratification
But we don't buy items
We buy anticipation
Our money is for the drive home
For fumbling around to plug the television in
And waiting for it to turn on.
And instantly, we are on to the next thing

The wait
The lie
Lying in wait the lie in the inn
Inside the weights that we
Pick up in gym

Precious is the thought
The one of hope
Sliding through your mind
Let the  hope not fall from your head
Like water from a swimmer's ears
But let it slosh around in there
Without giving a moment's rest
Without leaving space for anything but
Hope for what is to come
With the assurance that nothing shall go wrong
And there is naught to fear.