i sit there
waiting
the clock ticks faster
time’s getting away
the heart beats slower
life‘s melting away
my mind and time never in tact
i sit there
waiting
waiting to know
what will happen
waiting to die
waiting to live
or waiting to lie and say i’ve never truly lived
waiting to know what will happen
after im dead and my poems still alive
waiting to know
if im gonna make it
waiting to know
if im gonna slit it

i know nobody wants to know
what im waiting for
but for that one kid, sitting in his room
thinking and waiting, that his life is hell
don’t think about it

write about it, paint about it, sing about it