• Waiting

    As I sit here upon a bench, feeling like as soulless wretch.
    Thoughts go through my mind, each a day of passing time
    Just wondering why it is I keep on fumbling. Fumbling
    Each day that passes, each of the wretches never lasting.
    Wishing, wanting to continue on but each one never lasting.
    As I go on waiting and wanting more.

    Each car goes passing by and I can't help but wonder why
    It is that they can continue on with each days quest and
    Still not feel like a soulless wretch, for each of them seemed so blessed.
    For all around I hear only soulless sounds, sounds all around.
    Yet they come and go as they please, not hearing each dry heave, all around.
    As I go on waiting and wanting more.

    I wait for a absolution, a bright cheerful solution to this
    Soulless existence as a wretch, just sitting here upon a bench.
    The day light shines brightly, brightly like a star in the night sky,
    but still I wonder why, why is it I'm am such a wretch wanting
    More than this stupid old bench! Just wanting, wanting.
    As I go on waiting and wanting more.

    Night falls and I can't help but feel humble
    For all I do is fumble, but the time has come for me search.
    For I am in need of a different perch, perch as for a bird
    In a soundless sleepy home, home which I can't help but have a longing.
    A need for soundless sleeping, sleeping which I can't help but have a longing.
    As I go walking and searching for something more.