The Waiting Game
Patience for proof of there being some kind of blessing in the human race
and it not being a lie
takes patience
looking for someone to read between the lines
and having the sirens go off
and as i sit here
wondering
how good am i at this waiting game
will i freak when the time comes
or will I shoe
I was never good at waiting in line
always wanted to jump ahead
but i understand the angels must be busy
taking soo many people to heaven
but hello angel
They are dead now
I'm still alive
I sure need a saint and proof the human race
doesnt just strike up the parade that its an amazing thing
when in fact it steals from fourteen year olds
waits from them to grow up and leaves them
playing the waiting game
until they die
Patience is a virtue
when in the midst of crooked cops
backwards systems of political algebra of justice
and selfishly saving your own life you know you would break the law
so i play the waiting game
and wonder
am i waiting to die?
silently these whispers turning into screams
do they know the madness it is coming from me
and all of my broken shattered dreams
the truth we dont offer second chances
well not to me
so i just play the waiting game
i can't save myself
can u save me?
Copyright © Troy Nelson | Year Posted 2007
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