WAITING

 

Standing I am left alone to foresee what is to come;

all my life I have been waiting to see where I am from.

 

 

Nothing shows in the tele... nothing is clear on TV.

everything here takes from me my freakin' glee!

 

 

All my life I am waiting...

Will I continue debating?

 

 

No, I am tired of the foresaken and the lost;

I swear, I do not care for the price or the cost!

 

 

Illuminate me oh Lord... for without thee I am forsaken;

Illuminate me oh Lord... for wihthout thee I will not awaken.

 

 

Waiting...

Hating...

Abating...

Waiting.

 



so this is it?

 

from a tomb I cry out for my life,

still there is nothing left to be saved.

memories still cut me like a knife,

routes are set in stone... concrete paved.

 

there is no end to my ever changing animation,

don’t see wrinkles in the mirror where I stare.

left am I in a state of horrific prostration,

there is no end to me... no one to be named heir.

 

bad mistakes I have made throughout this path,

am I to be left thinking... so this is it?

is the hate against me straight from God’s wrath?

will I forever be an immortal crying... so this is it?

 

ashes cover my face from the face of the tomb,

dry is my skin, broken are my dreams.

all I have known is this state of gloom,

dried up are all the lakes and streams.

 

can’t erase this long road... hard it is,

to carry such a burden toward no end.

many think of me to be a whiz,

but none can tell me to where I send.

 

so... this is it?

no... I rot in my pit.