Patience (Supposed to be a Virtue)

Latetly, I've discovered my patience is sheer,
Almost transparent, the emotion is clear.
Silence, it does not comfort anything,
Especially when I cannot stand, waiting.

Knowing how quickly I can get it done,
Watching it happen slowly, I see no fun.
Boredom's never been much of a burden to me,
When free time's stretched as far as I can see.

Knowing there's tasks to be completed,
I feel tied down, and irritably defeated.
Then again, maybe I really just want it my way,
Everything, Everywhere, and every fucking day.