Life is anticipation, what brings to us next.
Pain that hides in us deeply, down deep in the chest.
The burden is love, and it must never show.
What comes with that burden, one never could know.
Lives idle away most of the night.
Waiting impatiently for what fits us right.
It always turns out to be what fears one the most.
Fulfillment will come to those who know not to boast.
Excitement can fade with an ounce of validity.
Don't worry my dear; I blame my self for stupidity.
As I worry away my last bit of stability.
Friends we shall remain, through the rest of eternity.