waiting

Frustrated with waiting I sit,
Staring at the door which stubbornly refuses to open.

Thinking about times past,
Wondering if today is just a token
of things to come,

Or if my life will once again reverse,
become the life that once it was,
that I thought it was meant to be.

But we
are not gods.
We do not know
the future.

In fact, sometimes
it seems
that we hardly know
the present.

And so,
I sit
impatiently waiting
for something
to happen,
for something
to change,

for something
to finally
start.