I sit in the park simply waiting
All day all night but what for?
For love, for money, for friendship, for peace of mind, for rest?
And yet as I wait none of it comes
Children come yelling, lovers come in pairs, rich men with there selfish desires and the bitter cold
I do not mean to complain but life is rather a pain
From the daily distractions, the busy life, the never ending spin of the world
So therefore, no matter how hard I try
none of these things shall come to me...
But then again
does it come in forms that I do not acknowledge ?
If i remember correctly, a dog, yes a dog came and sat with me shareing my loneliness
Friendship
and then again is not a smileing child mean more then riches?
Treasures
If one is to complain as much as I surely they are miserable which puts my mind at ease in a rather uncanny
but once more I am merely man and these things I do not ponder so I sit in my miserableness thinking of the cruel world, simply waiting for someone to show me as appropriately can be called, the light
