They say patience is a virtue
To master it is to attain the highest form of integrity
Turn heads and break hearts with your chastity
Rest the world on your shoulders and maintain stability until it crushes you
Patience is an adventure
An upward spiral to infinity
A journey to the center of understanding
A wise man once said patience is the art of hoping
Patience is tranquility
I was never one to remain at peace
I know they say silence speaks louder than words but my words know just the right pitch to hit to knock someone else's tongue back down their throat
My voice wreaks havoc upon nervous systems and scratches nails across chalkboards
It is not the one to wait in line
For attention, or material
Impatience carves it's own path
And neither my words nor my voice have seen asphalt or pavement for a while now
They prefer mud and twigs, roots and stones
Winding passages and narrow minds
They have no tolerance to wait for understanding
Impatience is a straightforward path to courage not taken by the strong willed, but by the strong minded
I'd rather be strong minded than stable
All knowing than hopeful
In a state of unrest than tranquil
I'd rather be human
Bury my insecurities under shallowness, let them peak their way out of my thinning skin
Leave jagged scars on my wrists than in mind
My wrists can heal, my body can heal
But not if I wait on my problems to fix themselves.
If impatience is a vice, than I don't want any virtues.