Any given Sunday

It's sunday again, another week gone. I'm sitting here, waiting for my life to start. How depressing is that? I am waiting for an opening, a window, a hole in a tree trunk that I can fall into...into my life. Like Alice in Wonderland, "life, what is it but a dream"...I want to wake up from the nightmare. When will it be MY time to again to do something. My pawns sit patiently on a board waiting to make their move...I'm collecting dust here.