i sit i wait and watch,
awaiting hesitation,
from your eyes your lips,
your fingers or eyebrows,
i sense it,
with every bone in my body
i sense it.
but i don't mind,
i subject myself to it anyway
i let my heart go and go
i let it skip and jump
frolicking through the fields,
carelessly oblivious,
the never ending pain and strife
the suffering,
the kind that freezes your heart
stone cold in its tracks.
for it knows not what to do,
it knows now what is coming.
your mind attempts to comprehend,
but you can't ever see why,
why do you and i do this?
why do we hesitate to take what's ours?
why do we care what others think?
and why in the hell do we obey them?
