Marching swiftly toward the end of time,
Day by day,
Night by night.
Waiting for the end of work,
The end of the task,
The end of a phase.
Biding our time til things get good,
Til the timing is right,
Til the planets align.
But what if they never do?
What if we spend our lives waiting?
Just one more hour,
One more day,
One more month.
Until finally we’re old and gray,
And have waited our whole lives.
For what?
There is no more time.
There is no perfect scenario.
No ideal situation.
So all was wasted.
While waiting,
Always waiting.
Afraid to act,
Afraid to live,
Live our lives.
But what if we had the chance to try again?
To live fully,
Throw caution to the wind and try,
Try for our goals,
Try for our dreams.
Work harder than we ever knew it possible to work,
And be happy along the way.
Embrace the journey,
Take the leap,
Have faith,
In ourselves.
Could we do it?
And if we did,
Would that instill meaning for the end of our days?
