Is it the love, that drives us
The hate, the anger
The hope, the will
The pride, the frustration
The wait, the ending
That drives us

Do we hope for the ending
So that we figure out
That waiting
Was better then the actual ending

Almost like
Riding a roller coaster
The way it’s meant to be
Frightening
And instead of being frightened
You’re sitting there
Thinking
Why am I not scared

Waiting is the same as
Dreaming to have the job
You’ve always wanted
Or
Waiting for the rain to come
So you can go outside
And dance

Waiting is like
Trying to
Catch your breath