Waiting around, just sitting on the floor..
Patiently watching, and waiting by the door..
Knowing the time shall soon come..
Forgetting where I came from..
Waiting.. and yet... more waiting..
watching and plain stating..
conclusions about what might be..
illusions about my fantasy..
Waiting, sitting here by the door..
Sitting patiently, waiting by the door..
A cup of coffee to keep me company..
since nothing is given or even free..
Everything has a price, even you..
and I know that this might seem harsh, yet true.
Who knows what the time will afford
and how it will run on it's own accord..
How life can strand you in the sandbar of time
like punishment for an overly heinous crime...
how life can strand you in the last days of your while..
How you can be stranded in bed, yet retain your guile.
So I shal ust sit here and wait by the door..
sit here just asking for more, more and more...

09/11/2003

Posted on 09/11/2003
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