The Waiting Room

Bloated and dependent awaiting within Comes the tiresome ordeal of living without An infant which is lifeless to the point of being Will start to believe with the feeling of doubt. A question of fashion is the student drop out Asking why he is learning to become who he is not The journey with no walkway is the obstacle course Playing down the belief he lived for a purpose. No waiting for excuses is the solitary hat Laid there by the one who could no longer have heart As vicious life circles swam through his mind The one who sat in third lost all with the passing time. Timeworn smiles with deep breaths taken in As mother natures clock ticks out loud Soon the conclusive vacation will begin The waiting room that never closes and ceases to end.