Waiting Room

I sit and I write.

Yet it will never be right.

 

Look away from the light,

it’s not quite.

 

I toss and I turn,

I yearn. 

 

For what I ask,

is it that I am supposed to LEARN?

 

Tired of the deal,

turning and turning but not the one

behind the wheel.

 

Stop your judgement,

stop your machine,

stop doing what you’ve always done.

 

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