Free The Mind

So much waiting to do
So little patience there is
Of course the sun has to go down
Things come and go
Between the coming and the going
One needs to use the space in the middle
To create a moment
Or else
False impressions are formed
Opportunities flicker
And communication melts
Like an ice cream cone
Held too long
In the sun beams
Take a bite at what you want when you want it
Or else the waiting will come back
And so will the regrets and they’ll haunt you
Until you are buried inside of your emotions
Fear is the dirt
Communication is the shovel
Anyone can hold the shovel
But it takes patience to dig
You’ll see
The waiting will become easier
And the patience will stay forever!