Beneath the tree's shade, I sit alone,
Gazing at the path with eyes wide,
Will they ever truly come?
Or is there nowhere left to hide?
The river ripples with restless play,
Water dancing in a rhythmic flow,
I wonder why this turn of mine—
This waiting game—refuses to go.
Amidst a thousand faces, I walk,
Yet I tread this path on my own,
While the prying eyes of society
Play games with a life they've never known.
Step by step, my golden hours
Are fading fast, slipping away,
Yet I remain beneath that shade,
Waiting for them, come what may.
The sun has dipped in the western sky,
In the deepening dark, I sit apart,
But I know this gloom will break one day,
Ending the wait within my heart.