Waiting

Sitting in the corner At the end of the long hallway Back firmly rested against the wall Legs down so I can see it all As I wait, staring down at the walkway I flip through my songs until they repeat Look around as others take a seat Waiting for the door at the end to open Someone told me it will open today While others wait another day And I know that as soon as it opens and I hear my name All this waiting will be worth it, without a shame But its the waiting that snowballs all this pain As my thoughts and my watch spin round and round Anxious to see the turn of the knob And hear the door crinkle. Then the door finally opens As I stand, my bones crack into place And I quickly pace Towards the fruits of my timely race And as the door closes behind me The room I waited for Was nothing but an empty void.