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…