Waiting...

What are you waiting for?
The time is right,
And the fruit is bared.
Yet you stand,
Stand as if you are waiting.
Waiting for something that isn't coming.
You know this and you want to do something.
But you are unable. Unable to do what you have wanted to do for oh so long.
Do long that you are almost screaming it from your lungs,
Putting it in the air.
But it is the uncertainty of how it ends that gets you from the beginning.