Inevitability

I've waited like a lumpy sack;

For inspiration to come back,

For tides to bring a song to sing,

For faults to die,

For hopes to spring.

I've kicked the dirt and punched the wall,

Waiting for good luck to fall.

My heart's been strung up, beating barely;

Waiting for those words so rarely uttered from a shaking mouth -

I've waited til North turned to South.

They say watched pots don't boil. -Wrong.

There's nothing that will stop for long...

Enough! To live. and laugh, and die.

And take a pause to wonder why.