Waiting
As I lay in desperate array
i feel aloof and surrounding by time.
I'm lost in a dream searching for reality.
I wait, i wait
tick tock tick tock
There's no way out
But then I find myself waiting again,
for life to come back to my grips.
But in all the midst of waiting,
I found something
I found patience.
I found myself wanting my dreams to become reality,
And all I had to do was wait to be great.
I always find myself waiting for the perfect time to make
Waiting
Worth the wait.
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