Waiting. Thats all thats been done. Since the day the sun shown, and opportunity rised. But no stand back and just look as it passes by. In the coner you wait, but there is nothing there. Nothing that satisfies the human soul. So wait, just awhile, for the time will come. When fear is no bully, and shy crawls away. Then you will strike, and they will all admire, never knowing what had been hidden. A crown of courage will sit on your head. Cheers will be heard all around the world. And to think that you are wasting your time reading this silly poem!