Waiting

I've always been taught to wait.
"Have patience."
"Your time will come."
"Don't worry about it now."
"Just wait."

I'm sick of waiting.
I sit here and expect
Everything to fall into place
On its own.

I sit here,
Waiting for someone to find me.
To know that I'm waiting
For them.

What if we all were to
Sit and wait?
Production would cease,
And we would have nothing.

We would be nothing.

I must stop waiting.
I must seek what I'm
Waiting for.
Perhaps someone is waiting for me.