We're all waiting for something to come,
Waiting for something that hasn't begun.
But if you wait to long life will rush by,
As it is more fleeting than the blink of an eye.
Being safe and cozy is overrated by all,
Sometimes it's more fun to tumble and fall.
To tumble through trees and deep valleys,
Through peaceful meadows and damp alleys.
But at the end of the day there is a place we call home,
Be it with others or off on your own.
