I am wishing my life away.
All I seem to be doing is waiting for something to end and
rushing into the new activity only to discover that I am waiting
for that to end as well.
I am waiting forthe day at my work to end
people to drive faster or to get out of my way
for the light to turn greenfor the kettle to boil
for the wine to freely flow.
I have been waiting for my sons to grow up and
now I am waiting for them to come home.
I am waiting for my boys to call or to come around and to give me a hug.
I am waiting for the checkout chick to speed up
and for the old lady to hurry the F.. up.
And than I am waiting, stuck in the traffic, wishing I was more patient and more understanding.
And one day the day will come, when I will be waiting for the End.
And that will be the moment I will look back with regret and wish
I had enjoyed the moments while I was waiting for something to end.
