Waiting

Waiting

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The clock seems to have stopped moving...
as I look from side to side.
Every one else is surely sleeping...
as it seems I just might cry.
Coz my brave heart is not even helping...
as all I think is, this is so not a ride.

The room is slowly fleeting...
my hands cannot stand the wait.
Now my heart is violently speeding...
is this just some evil bait?
Though my feet are softly tapping...
One thing's sure, I cannot sway.

I'm strong enough to keep going...
Even though my mind's not sure.
Im strong enough to keep believing...
I'll make it through, for that I'm sure.
Finally, it's me they're calling...

At long last, I swam accross.


written 18th, May 2017

Waiting can be a b**ch