Sixty-eight more minutes to go,
an eternity stretches before me as I
sit
and wait.
This place that welcomes me,
yet condemns who I am;
I have no choice but to
sit
and wait.
I smile at people who
hold no place in my heart
this pretense that drags the minutes while I
sit
and wait.
My mind wanders to places,
I'd rather be than here,
unbound by the obligations that make me
sit
and wait,
and wait
and wait
and wait.
ah, the second hand has reached its peak-
sixty-seven more minutes to go.
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 10:26 AM UTC
Sixty-eight more minutes to go,
an eternity stretches before me as I
sit
and wait.
This place that welcomes me,
yet condemns who I am;
I have no choice but to
sit
and wait.
I smile at people who
hold no place in my heart
this pretense that drags the minutes while I
sit
and wait.
My mind wanders to places,
I'd rather be than here,
unbound by the obligations that make me
sit
and wait,
and wait
and wait
and wait.
ah, the second hand has reached its peak-
sixty-seven more minutes to go.