Waiting without waiting

Its not really a poem and I wasn't sure which type to put it under. This is just a rush of words.

People go they're whole lives waiting,

Some never find out what it was they were waiting for,

Some even allow themselves to be consumed with waiting,

Why is is that we are waiting so profusely?

Someone said life happens whilst your busy making other plans.

What if the plans we make are the life you have?

What if all we are doing is filling up a void of time,

due to the fact that we are waiting?

It's frustrating and it's unnerving.

But the reason behind that frustration is due to the fear of the unknown,

We are easily scared  for we do not know what is coming,

No one can predict this and that is why we wait.

Forever knowing that it is coming but not knowing it that moment has passed,

A cycle of nothing, pent up.

So this brings me back to that one question: Why are we waiting? 

Author's Note

Explore this your self and see how you see the world.

Reviews

[Alejandra]

Very introspective. It's well written. And it flows very nicely. It makes you think and wonder. Nice questions asked. I love it. :) It makes you truly think, why are we waiting?

[DreamCastor]

Thank you, thats very supportive and I'll be more than happy to write more for you :)

[Alejandra]

No problem. :)