Thursday, 19 January 2012

Waiting


Seconds feel like minutes
Hours seem like days
Time twists the knife blade sharp
In so many ways

Caught in a perpetual loop
Round and round we go
Can't find the switch to jump the rails
Break the current's flow

Sweeping into day from night
From the roundabout there's no respite

Frozen hard, can't defrost
Paying the price
At such a cost
Running on the hamster's wheel
My sentence is
Without appeal
Long and lonely view ahead
Fills my mind
And heart with dread
My cries are soundless, totally mute
And there's just
No escape route

Autumn becomes winter
In a gradual change
But the season's gentle switch
Brings feelings no less strange

The skies may be blue clear 
And the frost may bite
I only see darkness ahead
Though the view is white

Sweeping into day from night
From the merry-go-round there's no respite

Frozen hard, can't defrost
Paying the price
At such a cost
Running on the hamster's wheel
My sentence is
Without appeal
Long and lonely view ahead
Fills my mind
And heart with dread
My cries are soundless, totally mute
And there's just
No escape route

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