one waits and waits and waits but what are they waiting for
looking on at the past and not moving from in the future
you just are so set back that you can't have any other thing hit you so hard as to just push you to do Something,
Anything, with your life
in a catastrophic chain of events leading to one's doom
but you just
Decide to wait
Wait for What,
the oblivious nothingness and state of lowliness
there has to be a way out.
A way out
so find something,
but dont just look and wait from afar.
i do not know, what gets me like this at night.
Maybe it’s the much awaited silence,
the great contemplation of the time as it ticks off into each second of your existence stuck in between each thought
an idea of escaping denial
but maybe it is denial
just do your best they say
how do you measure best?
things to do and get done
yet nothing is the only thing getting done
where does time go?