6 am - I've been up all night
The sun finally breaks the horizon.
I watch as its beam nears my spot
Now only ten feet behind me.
How could I wait for nothing all night?
The fountain has let me down!
And I start to doze with thoughts of molten water -
On the bench at the end of the road.
Tomorrow night, I will try the same
Wait for the beast within-
The ground will let forth a watery plume
That is, of course, what I pray.
But days have gone by and my heart gets colder
Nothing really gained - just a couple days older
But in my heart, desire starts to smoulder-
As I wait at the end of the road.
Oh, no, light again - and nothing!
Will I cry? Should I shout? No!
I can't take it any more!! Why won't the ground bring forth-
That thing which I desire?
No! no more! I can wait no more-
This hole in the ground is no good!!
But . . . oh well . . . if you look, you can tell-
I'm still stuck at the end of the road.
