Waiting

Noises
Noises run through the night
Flickering lights
Warnings

Small feet on a narrow street
Fully aware of its destination
Stumbles
A rhythmical rumble
Portraying endless movements

And
Look at the colours in the background

Some bigger and brighter than others
Some move faster
More dangerously through the night
And repeat
As if they were destined to do nothing else
But
Yet so impatiently they do this silly routine
While hands aggressively wave goodbye
Stop

And look at the lights
Run through the night
As I am throwing bricks of curses into the night
I realize
There's nothing else but me

This overstimulated
Hyper activated
Starving for attention
This trying to tell you
Rub you
Feel you
Push you
Warn you
Inform you

You need me
And I you

How else am I supposed to communicate?

No
I'll wait
Me
I'm just waiting
Sitting
Still
Trying to fight

Whatever I was supposed to resist
I wrote it down several times
But every time my eyes seemed so mystified
And I could not recognize the words I put down
'Cause I still have no idea why I'm sitting here
Waiting for the green light?
Go?
No

Wait
I think waiting is one of the biggest
Events I'll regret that I attended

Waiting

Waiting

Waiting

Waiting, waiting, waiting

As everything else runs through the night

The lights
The colours
The noises
The feet
Repeat
Transforming
Becoming
Moving
Leaving
Never waiting

As I keep on throwing bricks of cursed tears into the night
I realize
I'm doing nothing else
But waiting