Oct 27, 2008 21:08
Sometimes,
when you're waiting,
waiting for something, anything, to occur,
the struggle seems (merely) to strive to accomplish
something.
Anything.
But in reality, everything you do
is nothing but whistling in the dark,
in case nothing ever changes;
to keep you from giving in before it does.
poetry,
real life,
godstuff,
contemplative