Sitting Ducks

Sitting ducks, cups gone cold The rainfall ends, no pot of gold Who knows where I'm meant to be? A boat at sea, sways willingly A patient instability I can't find peace with the flow There is so much that I'm yet to show But I'm wrapped in my casing No I'm not even chasing All the things that I could be I'm so wrapped up with wasting Why am I still here waiting? What more is there to do While I'm stuck in my cocoon? Teething pains, Achilles heel The baby cries, an even keel Sometimes it hurts just to grow Folded wings, the bee stings Wasted dreams, they're all just things There's grace in just letting it go But I'm unwilling with all that I know But I'm wrapped in my casing No I'm not even chasing All the things that I could be Well I'm so wrapped up with wasting Why am I still here waiting? What more is there to do While I'm stuck in my cocoon? With all of the pain I've tried to stay sane But the time has a way Of turning decay Into sand and grain Rubble and stains And it slips through my fingers Again and again With all of the pain I've tried to stay sane But the time has a way Of turning decay Into sand and grain Rubble and stains And it slips through my fingers Again and again A heavy stone, a solid throne To know the top, you go alone Chasing Olympian goals But life's the alchemical gold