Waiting Room Escape

So meaninglessly mean with florescent gloss A room in town with soft coughs and smiles Stories are to told of condolences, loss Its tubular chairs screech on polished tile We waiting here to be cautiously revealed Await the ordinary releasing whispering sighs Await prescriptions of hope to be filled Only the well wait without showing their eyes I'd say, Oh let's go down to the stream in the forest Let us all rest by Grimm's river deep Where the detritus sweeps quickly before us And rest may come and shade allow sleep And if mortality should fail and sadly we depart Strangers will say the sky cried its purest tears They were one mind in a million beating hearts But rivers thought endless, did soon disappear