I sit in wonder.
I wonder in fear.
I fear the unknown.
The unknown is entirely unclear.

To pass the time
I find distractions
That force my mind
To take concentrated action.

But it's hard to stay focused
When the clock ticks in your head
Like a time bomb with with no timer
To keep track of each minute that is dead.

I don't even know
What to expect at all.
But it's coming at a crawl,
And it seems to constantly stall.

What am I waiting for?
What's behind which door?
I've felt this way before
And my wounds are still sore.