Quality of being unsteady

December 18, 2007
Day by day
Everything, I have seen.
Much to do after sun rise,
Always told, I have to do what’s wise,
Knowing work has to be done
Is done,
Oh I am so wise.
The day will come.
I will see,
You will see.

Mother and sister will be waiting for me.
In a three story building,
So big, so tall,
There with lots of love,
That’s all mine for the taken.

Everyday I hope for this
I know it will come,
It just has to.
I’m not satisfied…yet.

I can’t wait for the descending of the sun and
The next day on its way.
I’m ready for the next now,
And that special day.
And any challenges that arise
Or whatever the case,
Might be.

I wonder how it would feel to feel again.

Sometimes I wonder,
If the end will come
And we will be reunited again.
Oh I hate this Quality of being unsteady.

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