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.