Waiting Women

It is the eternal conquest to stop waiting
To stop wondering when something'll happen
To stop caring when something doesn't

Why is it that we're waiting women
With every endless tick or chime of a mocking clock, we wait
With every cup of coffee that cools off, we wait
With the sound of rickety tires on a worn down driveway, we wait

But waiting my friends is not the same as anticipation
With anticipation comes excitement, comes lust, comes life
With waiting there is just a dull sense of nothingness
Of knowing you are alone
Of facing the endless path of accepting this loneliness

With waiting there is a certain death
Death of the mind, death of the spirit
Its not the death of two lovers encurled in a grave
Or death with meaning
Or death with passion
It is death of one's soul
Nothing more and nothing less

The only question we waiting women face
Is what are we waiting for?
Are we waiting for anticipation
Are we waiting for death with passion
Or are we meerly waiting for the next meaningless tick of a clock
For our cup of coffee to cool down
For that car to finally come down that worn down driveway?