I don't know what I'm waiting for
Was there something that I missed
I don't know what I'm looking for
If it even exists
I don't know why I still look up
When the sky has fallen down
I don't know what I'm doing here
When there's no one else around
Yes I know things have to end
And all that lives shall die
But surely some things live forever
In another place and time
I guess I'm here to wait and see
To find out if it's true
I may be wrong and wait in vain
But what else can I do
It looks to me like it's the end
And time to say goodbye
But I will wait until I reach
That place beyond the skies
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So poignant and fragile and defenseless; just waiting to see what comes next, is all we frail humans can do, hoping to be shown some mercy, but never counting on it: all that is in here, and so much more. Thanks for this; it's worth reading a hundred poems to find only one like this one.