At ninety
Lamenting,
I was waiting
For the future
You curse life
Resent life
That brought you here
You waited
The right time
Perfect moment
Suitable soul
To find you
That waiting_
Becomes your misery ending
You lived in a cocoon
Face masked
At every chance
Disguise of introvert
Hiding
You hoped
Someone to find you
Hope without movement
Is just a slow collapse
Make it happen
Make that mistake
Worry later
If consequences cut deep
The next will be better
Dangerous to live
Waiting
On someone else
The hopeless eternity
Will crush you
Into mountains
You never imagined
You could become
Do not wait
Not for the right time.
Not for the right person.
Move—
Before regret
Becomes your only companion
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