How do I wait? What am I waiting for?
Do I expect the opportunity
To be presented lovingly to me
On silver platters, mined from special ore
Found deep inside forgotten Potosi?
Can I pretend that I deserve much more
Than anybody else, or that before
I deign to act, I have the right to see
How all will end? Of course I don't, and can't,
And so I am impatient, and I strain
To see the opportunity. If I
Who am so eager that I nearly pant
Can't see the chance, I think I may complain,
Saying it was too hidden, and ask why.
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