I spend my days in morose sorrow, waiting...
Waiting for an incident or a moment or it's like.
I wait surviving in robotic monotonous schedules
Fantasising the end of the wait will bring joy.
I wait for a Tuesday when my assignment will end.
I wait for a Saturday when I can go home.
I wait for mid March when vacations begin.
I wait for 2013 when college will end.
Every waking moment, and some sleeping ones too
I spend in waiting, waiting for something better.
Subconsciously I realize that in the process I'm missing out the present.
Yet consciously I continue to wait.
I wait in hope for a bright future, yet when in does appear,
I wait once again for an even better one.
At times I even stop to regret the past and all that I missed out.
But that does not deter me from my incessant wait.
I wait during class for class to end.
I wait for an ecstatic future.
I wait imagining a netherworld of manifestations.
I wait for a time when I will no longer wait.
Waiting for an incident or a moment or it's like.
I wait surviving in robotic monotonous schedules
Fantasising the end of the wait will bring joy.
I wait for a Tuesday when my assignment will end.
I wait for a Saturday when I can go home.
I wait for mid March when vacations begin.
I wait for 2013 when college will end.
Every waking moment, and some sleeping ones too
I spend in waiting, waiting for something better.
Subconsciously I realize that in the process I'm missing out the present.
Yet consciously I continue to wait.
I wait in hope for a bright future, yet when in does appear,
I wait once again for an even better one.
At times I even stop to regret the past and all that I missed out.
But that does not deter me from my incessant wait.
I wait during class for class to end.
I wait for an ecstatic future.
I wait imagining a netherworld of manifestations.
I wait for a time when I will no longer wait.
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