It tires me to wait;
Exhausts me to hope.
Love or un-love.
It’s quietly comfortable,
To share a goal.
It burns to realize the possible answers
My questions to you;
Are for them and those to come
I already know you
I hate the games I have to play;
The power that must be got,
The sureness you are waiting for.
It tires me to wait;
Exhausts me to wonder
Tires me to question;
Exhausts me to plan
