What words would you say,
Staring at tied hands of clay
A lifetime passes between a tick and a tock…
What wrong did I ever do to that damn old clock?
And why must I wait, stay up so late
When I forget all my thirst, and no hunger to sate
It leaves me a little empty, a tin can kicked around
And my ears grow so tired, but there isn’t another sound
These hours, they’re so unreal,
They care not for my heart
As my brain wishes to be torn apart,
So my soul wishes to heal…
And in all this time, a second but has gone
And I inch a little closer, to the ever impending dawn
And I sit and rhyme, but what else could I do
As I wait and I wait to finally meet you…
Aigis Nalian 