My Turn

A constant tiredness reminds me of how far I’ve come, this journey wears on me.

Every day I dream with no idea of when I get to wake up.

Always running towards something I believe doesn’t really exist, tormented with doubt, troubled with expectation.

I get a glimpse sometimes but it obscures quickly because it was never meant for me.

So again I move on as I always have and wait for it to be my turn.