I have cast a net and spun a web for all that hindered my desire.  The trap is set and the docking area is full with shipments full of disappointment, anger, disgust, hopelessness, and disdain. 

I sit looking out for opportunity but nothing, yet, has sparked my fancy.  The stillness of the waters keep me still for the results of striving are too exhausting.  I await the ship that will carry me across to that land of experimentation and creation.  Hope still lingers even when the fear remains that my waiting will turn to years as my hair turns grey and my legs and heart fail to walk any futher.