After a wholesome night of church fun...

i sit here, tired, waiting.
waiting for the rain to come, or the sun to shine
or the grass to grow or the paint to dry
im in the waiting place
waiting for my life to clarify itself to meor even just give me a glimpse of direction
should i follow in footsteps and shadows?
or step into the spotlight?
pick the well worn paths, or the road less travelled?

i sit here, tired, wondering.
wondering if the world's as beautiful as first glance makes you believe
wondering if my sitting here right now writing this has a purpose
wondering if my prince will come
or even if my arch nemeses in life will be conquered
wondering if my dreams will ever be reality and if my nightmares will ever cease
wondering if memories fade with youth
or if we remember all the happiness and turmoil like it were felt that very day
wondering if anything will ever turn out the way one plans it to.

i sit here, tired, alone.
in a usually loud house with only the sounds of my fingers on keys
too tired to stay awake, but to alive to go to sleep
why waste what potentially little time i have left on dreams which hold hidden meanings?
when i could seek the Truth in my waking hours.
and i sit here, contemplating my truths and my world.
waiting.
wondering.
alone.