On the lookout

Indeed, what am I waiting for? But I do know what: inspiration. I can sit still and observe the ways of the world but that doesn’t really count because all I see is how other people run their own lives. Where is it said I have to follow in their footsteps? I am waiting for that morning when I’ll wake up knowing exactly how I want my life to be like. Until then I’ll pretend I like your way. Which I obviously don’t since my whole being struggles against adopting it.