anxious, anxious, i wait and wait, hoping for someone to take the bait. i fidget and dawdle, but to no avail. sometimes i wonder if i'm in hell. it would make more sense to be under the devil's lens than to wait, wait, and wait, hoping someone takes the bait.
Something I thought up while waiting to see if anybody noticed my new poems, but it also applies to when I think up what I consider to be a great Facebook status.