To the guy who makes me wait
You would want to ask me why and how
Somedays, somehow, you would want to know
But now,
Let us be frank, simple and, be easy
For that is what I am capable of doing
As this is a part of my liking
Towards you, in being here, spending my leisure in waiting.
To the guy who makes me wait
You would want to know, why
Either less or more, look through my eye
You would know, how this is made
How this decision finally to be in state
Of where I am firm and not being hesitate
How should you read me, shall you know how.
It may burn me
This waiting might burn me
Somedays, somehow when I am about to losing the courage
So now depends, for I am not among prophets and saints
My limitation somedays, somehow might come to numerous ends
be humble, despite do not just be gamble
By God's guidance, have a plan
From state to state
In bringing this undefined feeling
To one final upcoming
Upon awakening and under the Divine wing,
Learn, my darling, on how to end this waiting.
a.y.
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