Waiting

The world isn’t on hold but it feels like it.

There isn’t anything wrong with sitting in front of the TV watching re-runs of shows that I will never watch again or have already seen a dozen times, writing pointless stories or poems that no one really cares about, but I WANT SOMETHING to happen.

Lately it has been nothing but bad and something good would be appreciated. But waiting is killing me. And it’s always the waiting. It’s always waiting on people, to take a test, new episodes of shows, new books, etc.

Waiting is defiantly apart of life. But that doesn’t mean that life has to be in a constant state of suspended animation. I feel completely useless, not having anything productive to do. I have run out of books, crocheting, I have even run out of cleaning to do! Basically, I am sitting here writing about my boredom and annoyance at endless waiting.

Here is my composition to Waiting

I am waiting
Catching Phantom
A mere babysitter
To the pseudo-King

I am waiting
Tied to the TV
Reliving the old days
With a rotting brain

I am waiting
Practicing French
Thinking myself clever
For no one understands

I am waiting
Composing works
Spinning thread
That only I care about

I am waiting
For Resolution
For Realization
For Harmony  

So yes, I am extremely bored.