about a poem I´ve read and of course, about you

Our life is already fulfilled by the real things but we are expecting something else to happen then the days pass by just like a long wait during the daylight you might be distracted either by superficial events or by deep thoughts beauty and ugliness hedonism and routine clumsy and exciting people deadly boredom right after the unrestrained laughter day after day you are witnessing breathtaking events a car crash a robbery a new play a new exhibition and you stay until the last moment just like a child standing still under the rain yearning for something finally come up from the rainbow´s end but eventually you look back to the clock and then to the ceiling it´s 3 a.m. and still nothing nothing nothing