Waiting for something real to show up,
Is hard since I've been doing it for so long,
It makes it easy for me to fall into directions,
That otherwise would be so easily seen wrong,
Things start to present themselves as opportunity,
Where I have been searching for possibly,
I start to accept whatever has come my way,
To be something that should just never be,
Sometimes I realize it far to late,
But sometimes I'm able to snap to,
Then I'm faced with the hard part,
Of doing what I know I must do,
And that's accept that I'm still waiting,
And it's time to return to what I've always known,
Maybe one day I'll find what I'm looking for,
But for now it's back to being alone.
©justin_ur
J