Waiting

Sometimes I didn't really know what I'm waiting for. All I know, I'm waiting, waiting for something.

Waiting is tiring, but I don't know why I'm always waiting. Maybe I'm willing to wait in the first place. Maybe someone told me to wait, wait for the day to arrive. Maybe, I'm waiting without me, myself knowing.

Sometimes I wonder, will I wait in vain? Wait till there's nothing I wish for would come my way. Maybe, it will, or maybe it won't. I can't predict the future, neither can I make it happen right before my eyes at this instant. There's so many possibilities and impossibilities. How I know which is which?

Tonight, I'm waiting for you. Waiting to have dinner with you, but now I realized, I'm waiting in vain. Maybe I didn't show the eagerness in me. Maybe I'm too tired to. Maybe I just don't feel well to even show the eagerness in me. Too many maybe, most probably you wouldn't even care.

The soup that you like, most probably it will have to be drank by someone. Most probably I wouldn't even touch a single spoon of my dinner tonight. I just don't have the appetite anymore, even if I'm hungry.

Let's just say, I'm waiting for nothing at all.