A Sonnet Written Upon Pondering My Future

[toby]

Sitting and watching
Day in, day out
My life is a circle
When will it come about?


I've waited and waited
But all for naught
What I thought I would find
I haven't forgot


But still it escapes me
It continues to hide
Around the next block
Across the blue skies


I sit at my desk
And ponder my fate
Why won't it come
I'd rather not wait


With sleepy eyes
I pull the shades
I close the tabs
The night cascades


I needn't worry, my fate will come
But still I march to a boring drum