This is a space where I have a mid life crisis, write about my creative journey, and talk about songwriting and share bits of terrible poetry.

Waiting

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What we we waiting for?
What do expect to happen?
What if what we are waiting for is here now?
Is passing us by while we stand waiting for it.
Like a train that doesn’t pause at the platform.
How many times do I have to explain this?
I am the ambassador greeting each new arrival.
The flight attendant making sure the seat is comfortable.
Please fasten you seatbelt for take off. The pilot will tell you when it’s safe to move about the cabin.

And they still are expecting it to happen sometime down the road,
as the clock it keeps ticking and there is nothing to hold.
Sit back and watch it unfold.

i don’t know when.
i don’t know if.
but I’m willing to give it a chance.
and always ready for the dance.

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