So much So little time
To do To wait for more
To see But not at all
To laugh While I cry inside.
Where is the someday?
Where is the afterthought?
Where are the hopes?
The dreams?
The keys?
How big is the wall?
Can I let you inside?
Only if you promise to leave...
Soon.
Everything that's done
Is over.
Everything to come
Is waiting.
I hate to wait.
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