"Is it tough to say, 'Wait'?
I don't know when, but the strings are loosening.
Winter, summer, autumn – why can't I feel them?
Perhaps I'm just selfish to look up at the sky and say, 'Stop.
Don't get darker; just wait.'
I want to talk.
The words are just making their way, but time's urge is to stop them.
The stone-ground steps are holding me back.
I want to feel you, hug you.
Is it wrong to be desperate for love?
If the world stops, I want to share a few words.
Please, ask them to stop.
I want to talk.
Is it hard for you to 'wait'?"