For Hours
For hours
I just sit
For hours
I just wonder
For hours
I just listen
I am now on the point of nothing
But it feels like everything
I'm on the point of running
But I'm just sitting
For hours
I just feel
For hours
I just think
For hours
I just remember
The time when responsibility
Wasn't part of us
But now it's on my hands
I have nothing left
I have something to run from
But yet I'm just sitting
Copyright © Johannes Kemp | Year Posted 2017
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