Patience is deceptive,
Patience is blind
Pardon me please while I speak my mind.
For those of you who say
My ship will come in
I ask you to think, possibly it already has been.
Why leave that which is most valued, to the fates that be
As they toil and dither about?
While we go mulling through our own days, Shrouded with
doubt?
Nay I say to you, I will not sit, ponder, or shout,
But instead I will create that which is mine
With or without.
Each new day dawning I am happy in all ways,
For life is too short to count the days.
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