In the time between things I sit and wait, Procrastinate. Fate taunts me with my dreams, Thoughts of kings, queens, and what life could be But I’m only waiting for something small. The ring or call. Looking at my phone it tells me ‘We’re ready for you now’ As if somehow I’m not in control of my own future, Just another bit of code in a computer. At first sight just another user In the system of life. A video game with no guide and I’m it’s destined loser.