When will it be my time?
Time enough to be free
Not labouring
Constantly
Waiting
Everywhere I go.
Waiting in lines
Lines of patience
and more patience
and more patience
and more
waiting
and waiting
mmmmm
hmmmmmm
til there's nothing left
Nothing to gain
Nothing to save
no blending
everything seperated
no blending
mixing
or even wanting
and desiring.
Just waiting.
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