I want what I want when I want it!
The five year old inside revolts in a thrashing display,
No restraint for the moment.
She knows not why she has to wait.
It makes no sense to her.
She fears waiting means it will never come,
Delay equates to refusal, as it were.
Yet, waiting is a part of life,
Another thing I can’t control.
So I guess I’ll stop my thrashing,
And seek patience through letting go.