Waiting.. waiting

I'm listening to a new band I found minutes ago (Kye Kye).. song is called Sleeper...
she/they just sang..
'lying on the floor with no confidence
fighting for the right to be told
that everything is well when you're all alone'

and then just started reading this article Making the most in the Meantime, < it features this image

I'm waiting for the next step of life.
I can't see it
I can't hear it
I can't touch it
I can't taste or smell it either

I don't know where it will come from

So I sit and wait

I have coffee with someone, I have tea with the next. I say goodbye to someone, I get groceries with the next. I busy myself in these down times.. so I don't have to think about the figurative waiting room I am in.