waiting for what we do not know.
Time doesn�t stand still with the blink of an eye,
but still we sit and I wonder why.
People always say time is of the essence but�
still we sit,
waiting for something but we know not what.
Then suddenly that special person
catches your eye, but why?
This is the what,
the thing we�ve been waiting for,
someone to love, cherish, and adore.
But as soon as we�ve won,
we�ve lost.
That thing we said we�d keep at any cost.
Suddenly it doesn�t matter and then
we sit down again to wait once more.