What was I to do?
Wouldn’t it all have been in vain?
So all I did was…Wait.

I was feeling blue.
It all was always the same.
Could I do anything but…Wait?

That’s all I knew.
I knew I couldn’t handle the pain.
Shouldn’t I just…Wait?

Then I chose a different hue.

A set pattern accomplishes nothing.
What is life without spontaneity?
So what was the point?
Did it matter?
Did I matter?

"No." said I.
A tear escaped my eye.

As a figure passed me by,
I called out as I looked to the bright sky.
A silence fell.
A touch of darkness seeped into the light.

"Do I dare disturb the universe?"
Eliot once wrote.

"No." said I.

Or had I already offended?

The figure stopped.
My heart plummeted.
Was there yet time to descend the stair?

I did not know.

I did not need to know.

I had been here before.
On the other side of things.
At least, I remembered it that way.

A flash of darkness came over me.
A warmth followed.
Had my time ended?
For I felt at peace.

But the bustle of the streets continues.
My scars still there.
Was it all just a dream?
Or had I stopped wanting to…Wait?

The shadow lifted.
The daylight felt stronger.
It might have been worth the…Wait.

With a new-found resilience,
I stepped forth.
With a new-found courage,
I chase.
With a new-found voice, I yelled, “Wait!”