Full Circle

If patience is a virtue
and hope lies beyond the door,
life just lies in waiting
so what are we waiting for?

I've let my only guard down
to those I'm vulnerable of,
afraid of getting stabbed
by a knife that's made of love.

Now I get the concept,
too bad not before;
you need not to go shoplifting
to find out what's in store.

So now I sit in resolute
discrepancies drawn,
scattered hopes and disappointments
strewn across the lawn.

Full circle this would bring me
while I try and make this rhyme,
we only count the grains of sand
when we're running out of time.