They wait uselessly

They tie badminton nets tight enough,

Claim the wind doesn’t blow,

And blame themselves.

They sail the seas in the same ship

Until its bottom rots out

And blame the wood.

They see that fire leads the way

And wait for light alone to exist.

But the fire will burn out

And the light will go out with it.

But they wait uselessly

Like roots in the desert,

Like a bright bulb in an empty room,

Like the boy in a relationship expecting complement.

And while they wait

They tie their nets tighter,

They keep sailing in the same ship

Uselessly.