That's all

is waiting for the new
tired of waiting
waiting for even the smallest
of things, waiting for my brain
to refresh and move on,
waiting to forget and remember,
to leave and stay or change
and I all I do is wonder
and think and I think as I
wait and I search
for inspiration and inhibition,
only to crave more...
Constantly giving,
waiting to stop or find
whatever's worth waiting for
and happy alone, here
waiting for something or nothing
at all and it's all in my mind...
that's all.