I have led a life of great anticipation...
trading the hours of my days for the digits in a ledger--
biding my time; buying into the myth of security in numbers
and always believing that love was just around the corner.
Trading the hours of my days for that which gave me pleasure,
I languished in lobbies and watched the women of the world walk by,
assured the law of averages was in my corner--
a lonely sojourner playing the waiting game.
Watching the worldly women walk by,
I lobbied for a glance or a smile--
a lonely sojourner playing the waiting game,
still convinced that love was just around the corner.
And so, with a glance or a smile,
once in a while one would come my way--
curious, as she was, to see if love was just around the corner,
and for a while we'd fill the empty space with laughter.
Yes, now and then one would come my way,
but in the end those who wait are never waiting for each other--
mindful, as they are, of love that's just around the corner,
leaving just an empty space and the memory of laughter.
And near the end, those who wait will always hold a place for one another--
finding, as they do, a kind of purity in numbers,
trying to fill some empty space with memories and laughter...
leading lives of great anticipation.
