My whole life brightens up as a result.
Once that occurs, I find, try as I would
I can't contain the urge to just exult
In ev'ry moment, how things might have changed.
But patience counsels that I halt my song
Until some other things are so arranged
That I am not rejoicing in a wrong
That I'll regret for life. This kind of hurts,
Especially since I don't get to decide
Unless my choice is walking, which subverts
My ev'ry instinct; too much skin, I find
Is in this game. I tell myself, once more
That some things are worth waiting mutely for.