Just waiting, not mad.

Sometimes the best things in life can only be experienced by waiting. Other times, it's by having something better to compare it to.

I'm not sad,
I'm not mad,
I'm not hurt.

I'm disappointed,
I'm irritated,
I'm breaking.

The fact is this isn't some sport.
I'm just tired of all the taking.

Not taking the time,
Not taking the chance,
Not exploring the avenues without even a glance....


I'm not sad,
I'm not mad,
I'm not hurt.

I just wonder how someone can feel like dirt.

I don't blame you,
This isn't your fault.

The reality is,
We're all bound to fall.
We slip up and we tumble.
We break and we crumble.

I'm just tired of taking...
Taking the chance,
The time,
The reason.

In the end finding the treason,
So close to the season,
But not like the holidays,
Which meant so much growing up.

But now as an adult I'm throwing up.
These bottles just don't have the depth you did.
And still I search,
For that treausre's lid.

The top in sight that says I've won,
And yet I hesitate.......
What is 1+1?

I'm not sad,
I'm not mad,
I'm not hurt.

I just wait patiently for this resistance to invert.


At the time of this ryhme,
The world casts a gloomy shadow.
It only knows what I do.
The sun either set or it rises,
Because that's the only demise the surprises
Me.

And yet I wait patiently every morning for the glory that be.
The rays of eternity extending their magnificent lights to see.
The color palette that Bob Ross begged and pleaded to paint with you see!

And I sat and I waited patiently.

I'm not sad,
I'm not mad,
I'm not hurt.

Author's Note

As I say above, I'm not mad,I'm not mad, and I'm not hurting.