The more I look at thee
the more lost I find myself
Unrealised I am seeking
the map of my fate in your eyes
Captured from all sides
by the walls and wailings of my making
Inept and averse I am at deciding
If I have arrived or still waiting
With eyes glued to horizons distant
dreaming of faraway firmament
Choices too many to make
unrealised I fetter thus myself
In the dreams drab and dreary
that fill my eyes past seeing
Could I drown my heart and all the feelings
to free myself of all the choices I couldn't be?
Not in the choices varied that fill my head
but in the heart of choicelessness
that truly lies my freedom,
the stairway to my unbecoming.
The wait in the eyes is more than just patience
in each tear there is every dream's fruition.
To take wings to the skies unclaimed
yet be rooted in the heart I can't leave,
where waiting is not pain or penance
but the peerless joy of having
someone worth waiting.
Waiting I am,
waiting to be found
in the void of my seeking.
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