Waiting On Time

I waited too long to start my life.

Always thinking I had more time, losing memories before they formed.

So many things I missed out on. Time I will never regain. Waiting for tomorrow, it'll come then.

Things will change, be better. But as time passes, it never seems to come, be better, or change.

Now life is shorter, running out, and I race to catch up.

Race to catch up on all the things I thought would have already come.

Things to be the way that they should.

It is a vicious circle.

Now my reflection is a hard slap in the face.

A face that is the only thing that has changed.

Inside, I feel the same, but outside, time steals more of me each day.

My body weakens and fails me while my mind expands.

Maybe it is preparing to do the biggest change, to leave this body and go elsewhere.

Maybe that is what I have been waiting for all this time.