The Art of Patience

Im breathing fine, smiling while washing the dishes

Sweeping the floor, cleaning the windows, doing laundries

I've got no bills, no meetings, no overtime at work, no debts

I'm 25, reality check, is it okay to be still dependent?

Yes I'm doing chores but my goal is greater than sweeping the floors

I have always wanted to start but how, when, will there be open doors?

But I have always been patient, patient like a cacti waiting for a rain to come in the desert

Because maybe God is still making my best armor against this world of chaos

So I will continue to patiently wait for that moment of me shining in success

And that whatever I am going through right now are pieces of puzzle that I collect

Every piece carries a meaning, a purpose that will create a bigger picture

A picture of me not just as a happy person, but a great  warrior

A successful one, a national artist, a musician, a song composer, an author

An inspiration not just to some, a leader, compared to now, a better version