Waiting

I️ feel that I️ am waiting.

For what I️ know not,

Only that I️ am restless

To get out of the body that

Limits me to the ground

To fly from the small town that

Ties my tongue and pushes me down

And the longing

It sits in my stomach

A small stone, rolling like the hills

Subdued but ever pushing and aching

And I️ wish to not be content

With my unsure promises of tomorrow

That tomorrow I will find

What I️t is I️ am seeking

What I️t is I️ am waiting for

And then the sun rises on tomorrow

But I️t comes too late

I️t is already today