Why is life this way? I often wonder what’s going on with it, but I don’t have a clue how it’s meant to be at times. I wish I had a clue, honestly. But I don’t, so what’s the point of it all? If It’s meant to be a curse then let it be a curse. But, if it’s meant to be something different? Let it be different. Don’t let it be what you want it to be, be what it’s meant to be. Allow life to be whatever it needs to be, there’s nothing wrong with that. There are things in this life we don’t have control over, and that’s okay! If we can simply allow ourselves to become the better person, then we can allow such a life to continue. We can allow it to make us and form us, shape us even into the people we’re supposed to be.
Tapping my fingers
spinning a pencil
staring out a window
waiting
Scribbling notes
drawing doodles
playing a game
waiting
Not sure what it is
that I'm waiting for
something good
I hope
For all the waiting
and wonders that exist
inside my mind
it must cope
So I'll wait
and I'll wonder
what life has in store
until that moment
when I explore
whatever it is
I'm waiting about
and then I'll be
waiting no more
spinning a pencil
staring out a window
waiting
Scribbling notes
drawing doodles
playing a game
waiting
Not sure what it is
that I'm waiting for
something good
I hope
For all the waiting
and wonders that exist
inside my mind
it must cope
So I'll wait
and I'll wonder
what life has in store
until that moment
when I explore
whatever it is
I'm waiting about
and then I'll be
waiting no more
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