i live the same thing
over and over:

mánudagur
þriðudagur
miðvikudagur

... and it goes on

while you
you're out in the woods
living your dreams in open air
while i sit waiting for mine to become possible
learning languages
preparing
preparing
repeating
repeating
over and
over again

and sometimes i pray that you'll take me with you
take me there
don't leave me because i miss you
when you're gone for a weekend
or two
and i am here tending the garden
and waiting
waiting for something to come along
waiting for time to pass
but then when it has left my fingers i miss it too

can we stop the clocks and be together?
can the sun shine on this place?
can the waiting forever be over
and all the time stay in it's place?