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On a morning alone
waiting for unknown
watching for the stranger
of uncertainty
Time is nothing
but a passerby
Remaining, so still
at a meeting place
Your stillness makes you nothing
but a statuette
As crowds of people
Pass you by
The urgency is nothing
just watch and wait
These are the days
when nothing is time
Waiting, and hoping
yet not quite sure
And your willing to wait
and let the time go by
Your sense of purpose
creates confidence vibes.
All the strangers believe
you know the way
when honestly/ in reality
you don't know at all.
Keeping your eye on the ones
your meant to meet.
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At this point your waiting
and they are really late
Yet still your hoping
that they'll eventually show
If only you wait
a little while.
Your head is held so god damn high:
the strangers believe
you know everything
But you don't have a clue
so you point at a map
With one eye/ still looking closely
for the ones you are waiting for
More time starts to pass
and you wonder where they are
Not really certain
if you should stick around.
3.
Waiting turns to worry
there is noting you can do
And those eyes still looking closely
for the unfashionably late.
The vibe of confidence
turns to worry in your once confident eyes.
A woman old enough to be granny
approaches with care asking: "deary, oh deary are you lost?"
Responding with nothing
but a simple no
Her intentions were good
and she would of helped.
You look at your watch
as she leaves you behind
Half an hour has passed
and still no sign
Looking one more time
at the approaching crowds
You feel so certain
that they will not show
No point in waiting
for even more time.
4.
You turn away
from the subway crowd
Hoping for explanation
as you leave this place
All you can do
is head in the direction in which you came:
A slow, quiet journey
to the place left behind.
An endless journey
for nothing at all
Waiting for explanation:
It will come.
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