I am waiting, oh am I waiting
And have been for a long time
For some wondrous sign
Showing me clearly the
Direction of my life
Handwringing, worrying constantly
Of missing the sign by a heart beat
Blissfully unaware that by
Always waiting I am
Not living
There may never be a sign
I may have waited for naught
Languishing in the desert
Of false hopes and expectations
Squandering all chances of
Living up to my potential
Searching for meaning like a
Shriveled plant searches for water
Looking in all the wrong places
Finding nothing
Until one day I recognize the sign
And my waiting is over, OR
I finally come to my senses
Abandon my quest and my waiting
Regard my life with newly opened eyes
Throw away the old inhibitions
Venture boldly into foreign territory
Embrace change and adventure
Free myself from self-inflicted shackles
And finally start to live