When the time is right

I keep waiting for the time to be right.
I work and I work and I work.
I hope and I hope and I hope.
That I won't always have to fill my life up like this.
That there will be other reasons.
Other places. Better times. Different times.
I want to be right. So I won't have worked and hoped for
no reason at all.
But nothing ever turns out the way I planned.