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.
Vaguely listened till my senses were sore.
Echoing the phrases while I paced each phase.
Reaching through my resources when I get lost in the maze
Glory then comes over and gives the spoils.
Yet still being carefull and fatefull or it will be foiled.
Some years later when I climb the stairs, I'll finally get to see why everybody cared.