it seems like the same conversation happens
again and again
wait, wait, wait
okay. i’ll wait again
no one to call mine
not that i’m ready for that
but it could be nice
it could be time
somehow you always seem to see me
see me for who i actually am
the good and not so good
the grand and not so grand
but how can i know?
how could i possibly decide?
residing in between fear and regret
is peace
this is the way, walk in it
that’s all i want to hear
to make a decision without question
to take a step without wondering
somehow we figure out how to survive
between the tension of believing
and doubting
and trusting with faith
i think i might need you, too
but only time will tell
only after letting my heart loose
will i know exactly where it lies
waiting is my joy,
my curse, my friend
alone is where i will lay and stay
waiting is where i will remain
somehow beautiful 