The Waiting goes on; when will it end? The river of Time flows through our life, though nothing is done to make it bend. We welcome each small joy, 'midst the strife Each moment spent in the wait for It -- A droplet from a deep sea. Each swig of water, so vile with salt, is spit to return to the source, wide and big. We cannot see what will come of it; no meaning is found. Care? It does not. Still, hurting comes too, from what gets hit and missing some; still it ruins with rot. But onward our wants drive us to wait for knowledge and hope and long life, too. Yet always we know that our own fate, will someday end. Yes, that fact is true.

Posted on 2013-05-13 20:54.