Why do I stand here so long?
Why do I stand here and wonder,
About wanderers and things,
and About what I'm hiding under.
Waiting long into morning hours,
For just a sign.
For the spurting of a flower.
Voices think they call me in,
but They really wave me on.
Yet still I stand here,
Waiting for her,
Waiting to fall in love again-Within the hour.
And I cannot take the first step,
I cannot leave the gate.
I cannot even shift my weight-
Without her.
So I stand here and stare-At her.
Though she's never there.
I'm really just watching over nothing in the night.
and I'm really just standing here, losing the fight .