Ambiguity is my enemy.

Knowing something will come and not knowing when it will be.

I feel lost, I feel lazy,

I’m always clouded, everything is hazy.

I know that I am doing at least something for now,

But I want something more somehow.

I’m not sure that waiting is going satisfy,

How can I just let months go and slip by?

I feel people are judging and I want them to know,

That success is what I am no doubt going to undergo.

So here I sit and wait for everything to finally start,

But it’s with an ache in my head and hole in my heart.