Tortuous Anticipation

Time drips mercilessly slow, drowning me tortuously.
You make me wait when I’m ready to soar.
Let me fly, let me run, let me shake off this tedious life! Come with me and we can leap into joyous existence!
You shake your head and sigh. The time is not right you say.
Your sigh is contagious. The clock ticks, mocking me.
Though it hurts my soul, for you I will wait.