We wait for a better day, for a better life
Sometimes for a better husband or a better wife
A better job, a better salary, better prospects
We wait in queues, for seasons to pass
For exciting events and happy news
And while we wait life passes us by
We don’t get up to try and catch it up
Or stop it, maybe just slow it down a little bit
We bemoan its speed, its rush and fleeting presence
But continue as we have always done before
Waiting for a future that we picture brighter and better
Not living the brilliant today that stands before us.

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