My fingers tap against the wooden board
Irritable, I know
But my frustrations
The world may never know
Waiting for the time to be right
How can that be so difficult,right?
Wrong.
The right time
Could have been yesterday,
Can be tomorrow
Or worse,could have been last year.
So what's the point?
The point of waiting?
Time waits for no one
The grim reaper waits for no one
Start today
Start now
Just start
Tomorrow isn't promised.
The past isn't changing.