just here, waiting,
don't know exactly what for...
though i think nothing.
it's not that i'm thinking nothing -
no, i'm thinking a hundred things -
so many things i can't keep them straight
and at times they overwhelm me,
the things,
but what for
i don't know;
what i expect
i don't know.
except that it will show
and i'll have my answer
and know
what it's been all about
and the truth to my doubt,
or find pleasant surprise
in all my worries
found as lies.
