The weight's only great because we've no patience to wait.
Our attention's too little and the question's too brittle.
The wait is equal to the weight
and the question's won't abate.
Is it too late to wait for the answers
or is the wait like the weight of cancer;
too soon to die, too late to cry,
we're just trying to survive
and all the answers sound like lies...?
© 2016 Mark Richard Prime