Waiting I must resist the urge to read ahead As I suppose that I would rather be Something more like disappointed than dead While still insisting curiosity To just exist is something even though To must exist without the mystery Would be a disappointment even so Since the itch would be dead if scratched ahead So senses tingle now to wait and see Time tell in its own tongue then when we know When the book of life is opened and read +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMIX