i wait
for the second to come
to see
how things would change color
or not
or how and what and who i will
be thinking of
i wait
for the second to come
and that's all i have been doing
waiting
and waiting
and waiting
and i see a big big fog
and i see a very clear day
and i have to see things
for what they are worth
and i sometimes can't
and the horizon has to clear
and it hasn't
and it all matters on what
would be a world
that would exist without me
and to realize that world exists
without you and how limited you are
to just what you see and what you know
to imagine
what things could change and how
and howwourds couldfall uponecahother
and create biggerwords
and longerworts
and and i have to give weight
to what in another world could matter
and live
inside that world
