Waiting.

Waiting.

Is there any room to fly on this planet
Stuck in a box in the corner of my mind
I am not an example, not a leader
Simply struggling with acting in character

And what is that character being referred to
Who is this, kept away, nice and tidy like a uniform
Ready at all times to come out and represent
Unattached and indifferent

Could there exist something worth waiting for
No striving nor seeking
No jousting nor ousting
Only to arrive when the clock has deemed it so

The might of time has set its sights upon us all
It requires and desires
Our attention and respect
Look away and it will snatch the mind

Sitting can be meditation
As well as praying or living
Even waiting
All exists in presence of the one

It will arrive
It will arrive
On time and not when expected
Resting its heavy burden

The hand of time reaches out and finds a medium
It takes control of the body
It lets out one loud cry
And as it moves on, the seer must embrace humility

Allow the moments to come and pass
Only then a decision can be made
Only on hallow ground may a temple be built
Only on solid ground may a tower last

Only in reality may the mind exist
From the past to the future
From the heart to the mind

One step at a time
Stopping to rest as the soul requires

Our hero will find the way

-Zazzo