waiting to live

You might find yourself

Like me, growing older, 

Switching jobs, making less

Your hair thinning over stress,

And feeling your heart empty again.

Like the droughts that come and go

This one has lasted a long time.

I have worked myself to the bone

And all my love has run dry,

Though I told myself it wouldn’t.

I told myself I could do anything.

I tried to believe it, I really did!

But I quit my job for the third time

And I am sick of thinking like a kid

That everything works out in the end.

Maybe it won’t,

And maybe I can be okay with that.

Let everything come crashing down

So I can be washed away

When that sweet rain comes again.

Let it come, I say.