Too much of life is wasted
waiting.
I cannot stay,
on a yea or nay,
and waste my life...
in waiting
I must wander
the tree-hidden trails,
taste unkennt berries
from the tangled briar,
stroke the witch's cat
and still not stop
from knocking on the door.
I must skitter
down stone-strewn sands,
taste mountain waters
from the river's mouth,
walk into the waves
and still not stop
from swimming out from shore
Too much of life is wanting,
waiting
I cannot stay
on a year or a day,
nor waste my life
in waiting.
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