Waiting...

It's hustling,
the world, so pretentious!
Oh, I am busy, it boasts.
Even the time doesn't have
a second to breathe,
her every moment is quick like a bee!
Not one composed soul
to listen to the whisperings and
whimperings of the world,
to fall in love with
the absolute beauty of life.
When the pace is so fast
that life feels worthless,
a feeble heart, still
struggles to last.
When the lights go off,
eyes in the dark,
When the bustling stops,
mind jumps into a
meaningless silence.
There she is,
in a corner,
unwanted and rejected,
still with a light.
There she is, the child in us,
waiting to be found.