I'm treading water in the sky,
waiting for my dreams to find me.
Waiting passively above
not looking far behind me.
And they do not come
so I spend another sleepless night
waiting, just waiting for them to come.

I sit in my room, with the door locked
shades closed, lights off, covers on
and I wait. Oh I wait.
Waiting passively for something
to happen. But nothing happens.

I'm standing on the precipice,
a diving board above the pool
waiting to fall, but I stay there.
The many screams and cries
of the outraged. But they just
don't understand. It's not my fault.
I'm waiting.