Waiting for the gun to go off
The bell to sound
The light to flash:
Waiting for my life to start
Tired of these people
Even though I love these places,
I can’t take these games
Can’t take these pains
Any longer
Sick of treading water
Sick of touching bottom,
I'm finished with the shallow end,
I'm spitting on the lane line
Chomping at the bit
Choking on my haste
I'm ready for the deep-end
I'm ready for the sprint
I don’t care if I head the wrong direction
Like so many seem to do;
I’ll have time to change
I’ll have time to go back
Let me
hit the water
Let me
take my shot
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem