Why Does Not, This World Just Stop?
By Loneliness is condescending •
I sit here watching life pass by
To escape from this doorless room
The impossible dream, seeking light
Where are you? Why is it taking so long?
I sleep against the window
Hoping to be seen
With shallow prayers recited
In frozen fields of wait
I must be saved
But I’ll linger in this place
For someone one else to come
And set me free