we wait for the bus
or we wait for the train
in the middle of a drought
we will wait for the rain
we wait for the summer
then we wait for the fall
sometimes we wait
for nothing at all
we wait all alone
we wait in a crowd
we wait somewhere quiet
or we wait somewhere loud
and as minutes become hours
and hours become days
we can find ourselves stuck
in a sort of waiting haze
alway anticipating the next big thing
waiting for the excitement
and newness it will bring
but the haze traps us in the future
leaving us to wonder
and we don't even see
the spell we've fallen under
the present zips by
right before our eyes
but we are so stuck in waiting
we fail to realize
that waiting leaves you worried
and anticipation leads to fret
there are dangers in consuming
things that haven't happened yet
so instead of always waiting
try and live life in the moment
because if you don't escape the haze
the present will be gone before you know it
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