The Waiting Game

Tick—tock goes the clock on the wall
Each second an eternity, standing so tall
My patience is wearing thin, a frayed, old thread
Just endless moments filling my head

Oh, this waiting is a drag, a heavy, silent tune
Beneath an empty sky, or a dull afternoon
My spirit sinks so low, a forgotten, weary sigh
Just watching painted dry, beneath a vacant eye

The world outside keeps spinning, a vibrant, busy hum
While I'm stuck in neutral, feeling numb
Conversations fade, plans turn to dust
Just me and my thoughts, consumed by rust

Oh, this waiting is a drag, a heavy, silent tune
Beneath an empty sky, or a dull afternoon
My spirit sinks so low, a forgotten, weary sigh
Just watching painted dry, beneath a vacant eye

I try to find distraction, a flicker, a spark
But every path leads back to this endless dark
A prisoner of moments, held by an unseen chain
Just longing for a future, to break this pouring rain

Oh, this waiting is a drag, a heavy, silent tune
Beneath an empty sky, or a dull afternoon
My spirit sinks so low, a forgotten, weary sigh
Just watching painted dry, beneath a vacant eye

Will it ever end? This torturous, slow pace?
I just want to move forward, escape this empty space
Boredom's a burden, a weight on my soul
Please, let the waiting cease, make me whole