Foolishly, we wait.
Along the roadside of our expectations, we wait for someone to rescue us from our despondency.
We wait for the new day to bring the same somethings that have been available to us all along.
We wait for a change, to satisfy, with the hope of it staying for more than the familiar sojourn.
We wait there, at the shoulder of our thoroughfare, awaiting the hope that never came to take us away.
We wait, sometimes missing our chance completely.
We wait for what has already come and gone.