I wait, and I wonder
just how far it is I would go
with just a sliver of a voice
something tells me I wouldn’t say no
My destination stays a stranger
just out of reach, hiding at the corner
the more I try, the less clear it becomes
So, I sit and I wait
I escape into my fate
every notion, every emotion
is a means to explore
a tragedy at best, if I were to ignore
It’s me, after all, I’ve been waiting for
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