Waiting Room

I sit and I write.

Yet it will never be right.


Look away from the light,

it’s not quite.


I toss and I turn,

I yearn. 


For what I ask,

is it that I am supposed to LEARN?


Tired of the deal,

turning and turning but not the one

behind the wheel.


Stop your judgement,

stop your machine,

stop doing what you’ve always done.