Waiting
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We while our lives a away,
Waiting bit by bit.
That is the hardest part, the waiting.
We wait in lines so we can wait in offices
Where we wait to talk to overweight,
Undersoul old men,
Sour in disposition and perpetually disgruntled.

They, they too are still waiting
For their big break,
For their number to come up,
Still waiting to figure it all out.

We are all waiting to die.
We like to break up the monotony
By cutting up our lives,
Into goals and milestones
Like cutting up the desert in grain after grain
Of sand.

But in the end
None of it really matters.
After all the dreamlike highs,
Every tear of blood,
We just keep waiting and waiting...
Waiting to break free from the weight of our backs.
I'm Still Watching
You Told Me
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