Unintentional waiting: Developing a system of truths for the young and ill-footed.

Hey, so remember that thing

That I thought was lost or missing?

Yeah, well it's coming on strong, now.

I missed it, but somehow

I forgot that death is a must.

There's no glory with no guts.

Sadness don't come without a fuss,

And we'll see how much I want this in four months.

I asked for this;

I suppose I should be thanking you.

And Mr. Frost told me,

The quickest way out has got to be through.

If only I

Could scrounge up an ounce, or a clue,

Maybe then I'd

Be able to wait for your developing truth.