we(a)ight

You wait

And wait

And wait

And wait

To be a certain age

An age when the cold days

Have all but left

When you can take a breath

Of air, and for a moment

Feel a relief from the weight

That keeps you running in place

Because every time you try to escape

It pulls you back into its grasp

To tell you that you must wait

And wait

And wait 

And wait

To be without pain

To live without rain

To no longer feel ashamed

For a decision you made

But I don’t want to wait

Because the weight is too heavy

I want to escape from this place

Where each day is a circle

And this home is a frame

For a life

Predictable like a page

Of a book, because no matter how old you get

It will always read the same

Because the words never change

I open up that book

Flip back to a page

Where’d I’d wait

And wait

And wait

And wait

For the rain

To stop

So we could resume the game

Because I just wanted to play

And move on from that place

But now it never falls

So I can’t even wait

For something to change

Because it’s always summer

But there’s no home plate

Because I’m always moving

And the only plate

Is one heavy weight

That I can hardly lift

Because the ambition fades

And each day

I just reiterate

The same lines

A couple hundred times

So much that when I try to unwind

The words consume my mind

And when you ask

I just say I’m fine

So I wait

And wait

And wait 

And wait

For a new collection of days

That can make up a new chapter

For me to create

A better use of my time

And better flow in my rhymes

So next time I read it

Maybe I’ll smile instead of…

Anyway

I’m just gonna wait

And wait

And wait

And wait

Til I can board that plane

Maybe Sunday will heal my pain

And for a second

I’ll feel relief

From all this weight.