As we wait, I sit and stare
At those around -- they have one care.
Their defined lives have been delayed,
So in this place we sit and stay.
When their problems cease to be
In all directions they will leave.
Their one fear now is being late,
But no one knows who holds their fate.
My fear as I look around
Is one that's slightly more profound.
I don't know what's ahead of me
In the years when I roam free.
I only hope my future holds
More than waiting -- fate untold.
It's not for sure but most likely
I will take charge and never be
Subject to a reality
Not at all controlled by me.