What is its consequence? Waiting, procrastination or stagnation of time.
Does waiting for something longer make its capture a triumph? That almost seems subjective. It is impossible to know that anything is really worth the wait.
What if the trailing of time never manifests into anything- you are left with regret- the real consequence of the lapse of time.
It is often mingling with a call to judge. Whose judgment can be to blame? Only yours can.
Not every regret is a direct result of it, sometimes it’s of circumstance. Though habits of circumstance rarely see anything as a failure of those judging but of fairness.
Where does waiting seep? In everything, the wait consumes it all. To get older, to learn, to be trusted, to gain access, to be loved and wanted. We wait for the perfect presentation- gallantly to grab.
Finally, we look to stop in that moment of time and to be free of this chain. Desperately, before it all begins to fall apart.
Waiting is no longer relevant as the picture becomes less clear. Traveling far enough away that you cease to wait for the result.
Nothing left to speak
sum of a life’s journey never multiplies and is someone plagued by this ultimate divide
finding the window has compounded endless mystery -remaining locked in tow- reminders of history
changes of fate that are never quite real- call to defeat the joy- longingly to conceal
As if their is nothing left to speak.
Living in a world of fantasy and neglect,
where most of your actions are seeded in regret.
The blame, the problem always fall on others,
the likelihood of the real meaning,
lies deeply, restricted under covers.
Your fear of trust and anger in rejection are evident,
while most of your life hangs,
loosely and without sentiment.
Beauty can be just as fickle as its pallet.
Is it in the eye of the beholder,
or of the one who possesses such a trait?
It doesn’t lie within a physical appearance.
the substance within shines through,
to the retina and is planted in the back of the mind.
True beauty isn’t a feeling, but an ingrained characteristic.
An entity that enhances what ever it engulfs.
Recognizing such takes depth.
The ability to see beyond what meets the eye.
To read between the lines and step outside the box.
The inability to do so disables one from getting the best from life.
Seeing what’s truly there…and not just what meets the eye.