A Little Poetry Can't Hurt

Yearning

Yearning

I sit by the window

Another day wasted looking at the world

I yearn to be a part of it

I yearn to be something that I'm not

I sit at the piano

Another day wasted trying to play a beautiful melody

I yearn to be a wonderful pianist

I yearn to learn something I cannot

I look at my unfinished homework

Another year of school wasted

I yearn to make my mother proud

I yearn to be what I am not

I sit in my room

Another day wasted blocking out the world with my headphones

I yearn to do something productive

I yearn to be something worthy of pride

I listen to the shouts of my parents

Another hour wasted listening to pointless arguments

I yearn to have a happy family

I yearn to have something I never will

I do all these things

Knowing their results

I waste all this time

Knowing I'll never get it back

I yearn for things I want to be

But I should be yearning for nothing at all

I yearn for a different life

But I shouldn't yearn to wish away such a wondrous thing

All though I may not see it

The life I'm yearning for has been mine all along