for so long i’ve waited
for my life to be filled
by something
(something more than me).
something else.
some song (some one).
some voice. waiting…
and i never rose to walk.

i’ve wanted to though.
i’ve wanted…
instead, i just waited.
(waited for…)
and the rain just fell
(fell for…)
against my window
(on my rooftop).
and i only half listened
as the hours moved
over me.

it wasn’t suppose to
be like this (empty).
i was suppose to create.
to come to know. to believe.
to walk in the rain
(to lift my cup in it).
and to drink what
i gathered from the sky.
i was suppose to touch
things unseen
(to trace their voices
for others to see).
to live in greatness.
to live with greatness.
but i am far from this.
i am far…(too far).
how? why?
help…