Waiting

The world is tired
weary and sweat coated
and sometimes
so am I

and sometimes
I dream when alone
of going into some wilderness
untracked

There I would build
up into a sky so tired
with rocks I find
An alter

And I would wait for the miracle
and wait

But though the world seems tired
it moves fast enough
and I don't have time to wait for miracles
they'll have to catch me up
as I move along