The Waiting

I can't stand it any longer.
I know it's going to be beautiful and yet it
Slowly cannibalizes my mind. Silly to say I can't
stand it any longer though, as if to imply I'm going
to do something about it. Ahhh... I can hear it in the
background, so alive, it's just right there swelling
in the back of my throat. It'll keep growing,
I know, until it explodes and I'm gone,
finally gone. The story ends and another
begins, my eyes will see a new, more vibrant,
world. I'll taste different foods and live different
lives. The thought excites me. I feel renewed
strength fill me where before there was
decay and atrophy. But for now I ready myself
only for monotony, drab repetition. Same fake
smiles, those unchanging stupid grins.
Sometimes I think the world could
spin out of control and they'd still be there,
like cockroaches after a nuclear holocaust.
I must be going crazy; these ramblings are getting longer.
At least I have something to write about.
God, I can't wait for summer...