I wait, I wait, I wait, thinking about how I’ve gotten so far,
I wait to hear the sound of my phone, the tune which is of a guitar’s single bar.

Will I be accepted by anyone, I wonder now,
Maybe I’m too late to the show somehow.

The tickets must be having an expiry date,
After all, how long can the career of someone wait.

This is what we are taught isn’t it?
To make our mark in the world by fighting tooth and nail and bit.

No one tells us it is okay to cry and whine,
All we are told is to run in the race against time.

The pressure this builds is too immense for some of us to bear,
So some of us quit, some decide to die and some become too weary for tear.

There is a way out of this pain,
You just have to wait for the sunshine after the rain.

Find the thing that drives you or drive yourself until you find it,
For there is no replacement to this precious life, if you fall into that pit.