Waiting on the light to change, for the tide to
turn, for…forever to get here…I watch it all spin
past like so many corporate parade floats;
walking singing bad acting and sad expectations, and
I think…

If what I see is only what I know I can see
then what I get will be exactly what I expect
and the next sad expectation will be the worst one yet

I want to wait forever shivering at the thought
that a mistake will be in place of my dreams, that
I am nothing but everything I think I am; because
fear colors all of the landscapes I envision
I think…

If what I see is only what I know I can see
then what I get will be exactly what I expect
and the next landscape will be the worst one yet

The moment I commit to a movement forward
backward upward down is when I’ll know that
time will call up it’s favors and require payment
empty wallet or not and all my empty nightmare dreams
I think…

If what I see is only what I know I can see
then what I get will be exactly what I expect
and the next nightmare will be the worst one yet

I can wait, like I want feel need have to…or I can
stand up ignoring the advice of fate, of destiny denied
and push fight commit without sad expectation, without
colorless landscape, without nightmare; so I will
begin to think…

that what I see is only
all of everything
and what I get is
only
whatever
I
want.