Feelings of the free

Sitting back
Thinking
Suspense
Worry
Anxious
Curious

Feelings that race through the head
When you’re busy
And I’m free

I guess
This would be the exact feeling you would have
If you were in my shoes
And than
I would already know how it’s like

Not to be irritating
Yet knowing that I care
What, where, when is the line drawn

We both need a breather
I need to learn trust
And take comfort in it
We are both equal
I am not much better

The feeling has to be mutual
Else it can’t last long
I’ll learn
I will