Yet we must endure it.
Waiting.
Days Into Decades.
Knowing some dreams –
Never come true.
Try as we might.
But that’s okay.
In a dark, vast, cold Universe,
Even getting to live is a privilege.
My stats are already long.
For my kind.
We die so young.
Each breath ever so fleeting,
& finite in number.
“Patience is stale, and I am weary of it.”
