Waiting, Waiting
It consumes most of me
With each second that ticks,
My mind keeps shifting
Between where I could, I should be,
and where I have to be.
Here, I have to be.
Feels more like a prison,
A prison with bars so thick,
Seeing through it is straining.
Time, time seems to be
The key to the lock that holds me,
But time goes slow when it shouldn’t.
Even when the key unlocks,
Time goes too fast, until I am
Once again locked in the have to be.