It’s like I can see the door now, I just want to beat it down,
I wanna kick it in! But it won't open.
Then I cry because I'm in despair, I'm lost.
Then everything is calm and tranquil for a while.
The storm is over and a higher force picks me up.
I float for a little bit.
I float until the gale force picks up again,
It slows me down when that damn storm starts again.
I'm just waiting and waiting and I don't know what for...

Nathan Strange

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waiting-and-waiting/