Anonymous
We are waiting
Waiting time
We are awaiting to see what we can find
We are watching the hands go round
We are listing to the sound
Whirring faster as our hearts pound
When the clock stops so does the life we had found
We are all wandering aimlessly until we are in the ground.
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