How easily it slips. How easily I’m able to wait, and in waiting, it simply turns into more waiting.
I’m used to the power, I’m used to holding all the cards, and I’m easily upset by early nights and the cold, lonely home that we keep.
I don’t know anymore, how to just sit, and see what the world will bring me.
I can watch the clock like the rest of you. But I struggle to take my eyes off of it, for even a moment.
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