Waiting on My Moment

I have a guitar
And no idea how to play it
I take walks in the snow
Just to ease my mind
There must be something soothing
About feeling like the only living thing
In a frozen world

I take trips down long and winding roads
Going to unfamiliar places makes me feel at home
I write my thoughts down
But I believe no one has any interest in them
I stand tall even when I'm feeling low
Just because I want some inquisitive asshole
To say I'm in denial

I talk in my sleep
Because the dream world is more social
I read new books to learn about a lost world
A world of new ideas and forgotten acts of revolution
I listen to 70's music
For a chance to see what it was like to see the abstract
And We are all waiting for something
I'm waiting too
Waiting for my moment

My moment to be real
My moment to change the world
My moment to see
My moment to live
My moment to fly
My moment to be free

My moment to be me, in all its objective glory
What are you waiting for?