I’ll admit that I’m tired

A little bit wired

Bending over backwards

For the promises of my desires

Only to question

again and again

Why it’s not my turn

Why not now? Tell me when.

God can you hear me? God are you there?

Time is ticking loudly, this is not fair

I am working on my patience and also dating in faith

Making all sorts of faces and cleansing my palate from many tastes

What am I to do?

When will it end?

When will you stop withholding and just press send ?