I am neither hot nor cold
No, worse than cold am I
I’m tepid, temperate, lukewarm, stale
No laughter and no cry
I wait
I wait
I wait
I wonder
I hope, I pray, I listen and ponder
I wait
I wait
I’ll wait some more
Until I’m handed a key to the door
What’s worse than heat and frigid cold?
It’s nothing, it’s passive,
Dull, flat and bored
Stony, indifferent
Apathy in action
I want fire and ice
I want flames in my passion
The dreary day adds
Zero to the cause
So I wait
I wait
in a spiritless pause
Something can happen
Something good for great
To make matters move
And until then I wait.