When there's a storm inside
It's hard to sit still, it's hard to simply be
Waiting itself is hard. Storms don't wait
They crash and crack. And do what they will
People are not storms.
We must be comfortable in our own skins
Sometimes we'll have to wait
Patiently waiting for what the world has in store for us
I am not patient, I think I am a storm
Storm's quickly blow themselves out.
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