Waiting For Me To Act
Waiting for me to act
Is like waiting for the sun to burn out
It's going to take years-
And even then scientists have doubts
About the time in which it'll happen.
And to name a day? Impossible.
You say the cliff you stand on
Has edges too smooth.
One wrong move
And it's all downhill for you.
Well, the cliff I'm straddling
Has it's dangers, too.
And while you say we're strong enough,
My worries are not few.
The bleeding wall of fear
Stands between us and what could be.
But who knows the mind of destiny?
It’s a great analogy for this.
And if we don’t try to break through it,
Who knows what we might miss?
You say you must put in the work
In order for us to attempt to fly.
But you can’t be the only one willing
To give this a try.
I want to be the one
To ride into the dawn.
I’ve always wanted the chance,
But have never had one to act on.
But if you’re waiting for me to make the first move,
Then this just might end in a truce
Where both of us cease fire
And ideas of what could be
Become just silly, childish desires.
Outside of the realm of writing
I’m not much good with words.
So if you want to try this,
Then we need to make it clear.
Otherwise we’ll both be standing
On opposite sides of that wall of fear.
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