Ambiguous

I sit and wait,

wait and sit.

Stand and pace,

pace and move.

Sitting and waiting,

standing and pacing,

pacing and moving.

Nothing gets done.

looking out the window,

waiting for it to come.

What is it?

I don’t know,

for if I did,

it would have a name.

But it is coming so I will wait.

As I wait, I sit,

as I sit I wait.

As I stand I pace, as I pace I move.

It finally arrives,

It is everything and nothing.

What I loathed and loved.

It is;

whatever I need it to be.

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