Said And Done Poem by Old Teenage Poems

What are we really waiting for?
What is this - waiting?
When do we predict our lives to start,
and why don't we begin the motion ourselves?
What are we so afraid of?

To miss something.
But that's exactly what we did.
We missed life.

We let it become some instinct
we grew out of.
- as we couldn't put it on our CV's
- as it wasn't recorded
As it wasn't for someone else's sake.
And all this - we couldn't handle.
Because it would mean stepping out of our safety box
And, for the first time, breathing
- without the caugh attacks
of repetition
- of all that we had already
Said and Done