Limbo
Sitting waiting patient,
for what I am to be.
Butterflies are spinning
from what I cannot see.
Wating for a trainer
to teach me what to do.
Looking, thinking, talking
while my life is all askew.
Watching for the rainbow
to find the pot of gold.
Hoping that I find it
before I grow too old.
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