the front porch
while waiting for the sun to rise
with coffee in a cup,
sitting on the front porch,
patiently being there for nothing.
.
as the rooster cracks its sound,
morning is here,
but am still sitting,
what’s next…to where?
.
while the coffe turned cold,
my eyes are tired,
waiting, sitting, not knowing;
who or what is coming.
.
a thousand dreams unrealized
here in the front porch,wasted.
waiting for nothing,
still feeling that something is coming.
.
darkmau
MAlaya!
