Driven to the edge by a figure of man and God,
my life had been a long drawn relations of waiting for-
as early on I heard that it can be key to many doors,
but it is a maze that keeps pulling you in the same direction.
Man has made a Divine Comedy out of it,
an abomination for ultimate stasis,
an icy condition,
sit, see into the mirror of nothingness-
Staged a meta-theatrical,
while waiting to wait on miss waitwell,
outside an ent specialist’s chamber,
or before a flight, even on the journey.
Did you see fear in a handful of dust now ?
It suits a hero to halt mid air,
and consider life from another space.