Impatience

They say patience is a virtue To master it is to attain the highest form of integrity Turn heads and break hearts with your chastity Rest the world on your shoulders and maintain stability until it crushes you Patience is an adventure An upward spiral to infinity A journey to the center of understanding A wise man once said patience is the art of hoping Patience is tranquility I was never one to remain at peace I know they say silence speaks louder than words but my words know just the right pitch to hit to knock someone else's tongue back down their throat My voice wreaks havoc upon nervous systems and scratches nails across chalkboards It is not the one to wait in line For attention, or material Impatience carves it's own path And neither my words nor my voice have seen asphalt or pavement for a while now They prefer mud and twigs, roots and stones Winding passages and narrow minds They have no tolerance to wait for understanding Impatience is a straightforward path to courage not taken by the strong willed, but by the strong minded I'd rather be strong minded than stable All knowing than hopeful In a state of unrest than tranquil I'd rather be human Bury my insecurities under shallowness, let them peak their way out of my thinning skin Leave jagged scars on my wrists than in mind My wrists can heal, my body can heal But not if I wait on my problems to fix themselves. If impatience is a vice, than I don't want any virtues.