Waiting

Don’t be long, don’t be late.

Standing here, I still do wait.

 

Young with age, old with mind.

Peace of mind I seek to find.

 

Some call it a gift, say it’s free.

Some call it a burden, kept from thee.

 

I do know not, what it may be.

But all I know is the want of me.

 

Don’t be long, don’t be late.

Standing here, I still do wait.

 

People believe to give it some time.

It comes and it goes, being sublime.

 

People believe, it won’t help no-one.

Mean as a devil, burns like the sun.

 

And some say you must give it a chase.

And it will soon come around to your place.

 

Don’t be long, don’t be late.

Standing here, I still do wait.

 

And now I hear a different tune.

Bright as the stars, soft as the lune.

 

 

 

“Do not wait for anyone else.

You’ll find it only within yourself.”

 

And this I guess is the best advice.

It is mostly likely an advice so nice.

 

So, do be long, do be late.

Gone I am, no longer I wait.