Don’t We All

Don’t we all dread
the waiting part of our lives
amidst people hustling in bustling cities?

Don’t we all dread
waiting for the rain to stop
the traffic to clear
all the while trying to escape karma that has us hooked by the ankle?

Don’t we all dread
running, not knowing where to
waiting, not knowing what for
living, not knowing how long
and the helplessness that entails?

Don’t we all dread
not knowing if we can run fast enough to reach the end of the line?
or if we can wait long enough to witness the end of the world?

Or if anybody else feels the same way?