Collection of Poetic's: Too Heavy to Hold

Calls and Waiting and Yesterday Was Tomorrow

We sit and we wait like good boys and girls,

waiting for all the joy to come to us.

We say we chase after our dreams

when really, we're only chasing lies.

We are fed with a silver spoon on a platter;

the platter is full to the brim

We eat til we're full, and ask for some more,

but then we're hit for being greedy.

We wait for the horrible wars to be over,

the ones raging in only our heads.

We hear the whistles blowing and sirens wailing,

and assume that it can't be for us.

We watch a clang and a bang,

water boils over in its pot.

We see the water burning, but it never really burns,

only disappears slowly on the wind.

We notice that yesterday was tomorrow

only a few days before then.

We sit.

We wait.

We hear.

We pray.

And then we don't get in, because nobody lets us in.

We realize then that we were never chasing;

we were the ones being chased.

We, that's all we'll ever be,

we, not me, not you, not her, but

We, as in "royally."