Time seems to go by so slowly
and yet at times so fast.
With each passing second, minute and hour,
There’s this itch under my skin;
I fidget with my fingers and my hands
tapping my feet and shaking my legs
A sense of anticipation builds inside,
I can barely breathe with shallow breaths,
My mind is a whirlwind of chaos
and my heart’s beating up a storm.
A hand clasps mine and stills my movements;
With a reassuring grip and a smile later,
A calm settles deep inside,
It is then that I appreciate the quiet and the unknown,
with the air of patience hovering around us.