Waiting Game

I’m on the edge,
and I’ve discovered that it’s paper-thin.
A circumstance that makes for certain I stand perfectly still.
Like the way that you walk in the dark,
or the feeling you get when you’re lost.
Always waiting for change,
even waiting to wait.
It’s been a waiting game from the start.
I’m on the verge
I’m thinking that’s a better place to be perched.
I know I’m safe,
at least from everything outside of me.
That’s the one thing
I keep returning to and trying to flee.
A thousand miles away,
yet there I stood at the same door with no key.
Like the dream where you can’t seem to run,
or the fear that you feel when you’re alone.
Always waiting for change,
even waiting to wait.
It’s been a waiting game from the start.
Ready or not, this waiting game has to stop.
No more standing around,
the fear has got me surrounded.
Why should I pay,
for these mistakes over again?
I did my time,
why can’t I see that life
is often littered with mistakes,
you move on, and you change.
Belief is a knot;
right or wrong
I’m still stuck.
I can’t just untie the rope,
I’ve got to let it all go.
So ready or not,
here it comes,
here’s my shot.