Poem: Sit and Wait

The light is tinkering to the sounds of the man.

The higher I reach the lower I fall.

The journey to find you has left me not knowing where to go.

Jumping up to please but falling to cry.

Hoping to be notice by who you.

That is something that no longer deserves it.

So, I must sit and wait until the time is right.

When will that be, only time will tell?

The sun is going down and my seat is getting cold.

I will sit and wait.

Maybe I will get my answers soon.