Waiting

Waiting.
As the winter awaits the spring,
As the tree awaits its blooming,
After countless repetition,
All waiting becomes the same.
There is no point or destination,
No level I must reach –
Waiting for this cycle
To recycle -
And roll over again on me.
I could count the passing seconds,
In minutes,
In refrains,
I could count by conversations,
By learned lessons,
Or by dreams –
I could count each fleeting thought,
Each errant longing,
Yet again –
When you know that time’s repeating,
We’re all awaiting
The same end.

Life brings new desires
That loom on the horizon –
And we work for our achievements,
Yet they come, and then they’re gone.
What is triumph?
What is longing?
When all longing comes to pass –
And then is replaced by only memory,
In the end, what do we have?
Was it worth it?
Were you ready?
We are a thousand different stories
Reaching climax -
Denouement,
Then a story starts again.
It’s a repetitive long process
Waiting for wishes to come true,
And when it’s over,
When it’s done,
We’re all awaiting something new.

So may this cycle carry on,
Waiting for your dreams to pass,
Awaiting endless summers,
Endless winters,
Endless lovers,
Endless visitations from strangers
Becoming friends,
Becoming brothers –
And still life is the great teacher,
It shows us the truth of time,
That years and years of struggles
Are only seconds in our mind.