My Time

The only open door
Is the one that leads me home.
All the rest are closed,
But it’s not my time.
When is it time?

Always too early
Or a little too late.
How long must I wait,
Until it’s my time?

So dark and cold,
One spark away from ashes in an urn.
Two more could ignite a steady burn.
How long before I learn
To wait for my turn?