Time's Little Secret (written 3 years ago-it's now become pertinent)

Anticipation is a slowly filling balloon,
Minimal helium intake,
Rising, swelling ever so slowly.

What if this balloon never seemed to fill completely?
Watching, you pray for more.
Hoping, begging it to stretch just enough.

So, I sit patiently on the floor in the dark.
Fat tears line my lids as I wait.
Can I attain what I am seeking?

This balloon struggles, it seems, to stay depleted.
I coach it through, almost pleading; “fill, fill!”
But alas, months pass and it continues this unhurried process.

My hopes erode, a perfect castle of sand washed down by the sea.
What if it never fills? Should I wait, forever?
I fear I am being foolish.

The future holds all Time’s secrets.
I dance around the question nervously,
When do I give up?