"Patience, child."
They all say that. They all want me to be content with this lot in life; be content with the speed of scummy pond water.
"Patience is a virtue, child."
They don't understand how impossible it is to be patient when you know that just beyond the horizon line is LIFE. Not the 'life' you've been living lately. Not the 'life' they have planned for you.
"Be patient." they say.
Its just noise. How can you be happy on the ground when you were meant to fly? How is it that no one else can see that? Don't they know that those words are as heavy as chains dragging you under the waves?
"Life will come when it will."
But isn't life what you make it? This life was meant to be lived, why wait to live it?
I'm not waiting for someday.
They all say that. They all want me to be content with this lot in life; be content with the speed of scummy pond water.
"Patience is a virtue, child."
They don't understand how impossible it is to be patient when you know that just beyond the horizon line is LIFE. Not the 'life' you've been living lately. Not the 'life' they have planned for you.
"Be patient." they say.
Its just noise. How can you be happy on the ground when you were meant to fly? How is it that no one else can see that? Don't they know that those words are as heavy as chains dragging you under the waves?
"Life will come when it will."
But isn't life what you make it? This life was meant to be lived, why wait to live it?
I'm not waiting for someday.
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