waiting
Waiting for the clock to strike midnight
But it's only nine o'clock.
It seems like years
that I've been waiting—
Waiting for my turn to come
to build my castles in the sky
Fearfully
I wish for the hour to strike
Yet hope for more time—
To serve my sentence.
For the sooner the clock strikes
the sooner my term is done.
But do I truly long
to escape
my spotlight
in the sun?
And begin anew
