so i sit patiently
with my hands folded
spine erect
shoulder blades pinned back
eyes directed forward
all the things "they" tell you
the proper way to wait


and on occasion i rise from my seated position
and move forward
head down
facing the ground
only looking up to speak of my progress
to any and all that will listen
boasting if you will
of my new position


and sometimes
i slink backwards
like a mud slide
destroying all that is beautiful
all that has been created
cheeks turning the hue of the embarrassed
i speak not of these mistakes
for doing so would discomfort my surroundings


but more often than not
i sit
quietly
patiently
waiting
for something
to snap me out of this bragadocious
and prideful nightmare
one that i can take no glory in creating
for myself