and we stay like this:
with fright,
cradling "What If" in our arms,
caressing "Maybe's" forehead.
confused.
fearful.
not knowing in which direction to go.
one more hour.
one more day.
they all pass by like that because...
we are waiting.

we are waiting
for a certain day so we can make that step,
the same when
we were waiting
for the school bell to announce the break.
we are waiting
for help, but we never ask for it.
we are waiting
for another day to pass,
leave it,
maybe tomorrow it will be okay.
we are waiting
for a sign, a phone call,
it's not like I could call her to ask her out.
we are waiting
for the rain to stop,
so we won't ruin our hair.
we are waiting
for something we don't even know what it is,
because it would not be ok to do this or that.
we are waiting
because the sun did not rise yet and
it is too dark outside.
we are waiting
for ourselves.
we are waiting
without an aim.
maybe
something will happen so
we won't be bound to do things
we are afraid of and things
we are not sure of.