Counting the minutes while waiting for hours. On the days that turned into weeks then bloomed the flowers. Nesting the months till I hit the floor. Carefully listened till my senses were sore. Echoing the phrases while I paced each phase. Not missing my resources when I get lost in the maze. Then glory comes over and gives the spoils. Remembering to be carefull and fateful or it will be foiled. In a few years or later when I get to climb the stairs, I'll finally get to see why everbody cared. 'Xcuse me now, I've got to go, my day is done so see you again tomorrow.