I am a spectator
watching the world go by
one minute at a time
Looking at my watch
ticking and ticking and ticking
waiting for the afternoon
to fade into evening
Hours go by and busy
with work and home and
projects never ending
and never beginning
As soon as this hour has passed
the next one will surely be better
there is always something
to look forward to
The days turn into weeks
just waiting for the next
one to come
Next week will be different
Next week the world will
change and life will be
here for living
Watching the months float by
and counting
thinking that the numbers
piling up somehow adds significance
We’ve been talking for a month
or writing letters for two
three months go by
and this might mean something
though I’m not sure what
And the years
- the years crawl by
forever waiting for something
unknown and unknowable
I am a spectator waiting
for that next…
(that next)
Someday something will happen
And I will sit and watch
