waiting

there’s a page to be filled
a blank canvas waiting
for words, and ideas but
i say tomorrow

there’s a bed to be filled
a tired body waiting
for rest, and sleep but
i say tomorrow

there’s a life to be filled
a big world waiting
for deeds, and me but
i say maybe never

there’s a hole to be filled
a darkness waiting
for dust, and me, and 
i say maybe -

Note: this was written a long time ago. I just found it again while rummaging through my stuff.