Waiting.

A world full of traps, dangers and risks.
Never know if the next moment will twist.
Investments can be made confidently and with ease,
but might bring along loads of sadness and grief.

An emotional investment is a painful thing,
with no confirmation and guarantee.
Time can prove everything, this I believe.
But lengthy periods can spoil all gifts.

Where is the security in these waitings?
Only to see dust after the ending.
Only to see hope brightening and growing,
only to see all diminish and withering.

Festered and tormented while anticipating,
Only God knows what the future will bring.
Only God knows all my forthcomings,
only He knows how she thinks.

A wait likened to the coming of dreams,
expecting the moment of subtle reverie.
Only to perish when the alarm clock rings,
a painful wait all comes to nothing.