Anxiously I’ve been waiting – for what I don’t know.
Perhaps it’s just the feeling that I belong here
On this earth among others who think normally.
Am I happy with my brand of insanity?
I would be if I weren’t such a pain in the ear.
All the damage I’m doing may help me to grow.

I must learn to be patient. Good Things Take Time to
Reach perfection. I must trust that everything comes
In the right time and way. Although patience is tough
I must care about myself and others enough
That I generate love in significant sums
And for me that can’t be such a hard thing to do.

In this big bustling world people rushing around
Ticking things off their never-ending to do lists
Are obsessed with their hurry-up-and-wait moments.
I’m grateful whenever I can make enough sense
That it helps someone. I’m part of all that exists.
I rejoice in my ability to astound.

And sometimes the best things – the truly amazing
Things in life I’m not ready for or the reverse
May be so. I do not have to watch the paint dry.
I can just focus elsewhere and as time goes by
I can pray that my illness does not become worse.
What I say I hope can be consciousness raising.