W

still..

still..

I will not be moved.
I will lower my tone
I will wait to be proved
One way or the other

I will calm my own ocean
Enough not to twitch
In restless excited motion
The wears me out quick

I will own my own silence
Imposed over my mind
Blanketed into abayence
Contemplation need no sound.

I will wait, while I wait.
Instead of running too far ahead
Caught in a position I hate
Iregardless of the patience learnt.