What are we waiting for?
The bus? A train, the rain
To stop, doors to close,
Doors to open, the light
To change, to fade. We
Wait, and let the time go
Past us, get out of our
Reach. How can we be
Sure which moment is
Our moment? Aren’t we
Just waiting for the now?
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