Staring at cracks and crevices in the wall,
Waiting for something, not sure what for,
Shuffling my feet past familiar faces,
Shifting eyes, unsure of what to expect.
Living in the mistakes of my past,
Reluctant to step into the future,
Uneasiness eclipsing my present,
A dark shadow over the gift of today.
A racing heartbeat, a familiar ache in my chest,
Longing for something, or someone, near yet distant,
Hoping to find it, or even know what it is,
The fear of perhaps losing it forever,
Though I could never even have it.
Expecting others to understand,
My pain, that I don't myself;
Wishing that the future I dreaded
Would find what I was looking for,
So I could finally stop staring at cracks and crevices in the wall.
-The Guy With Random Stuff
Waiting for something, not sure what for,
Shuffling my feet past familiar faces,
Shifting eyes, unsure of what to expect.
Living in the mistakes of my past,
Reluctant to step into the future,
Uneasiness eclipsing my present,
A dark shadow over the gift of today.
A racing heartbeat, a familiar ache in my chest,
Longing for something, or someone, near yet distant,
Hoping to find it, or even know what it is,
The fear of perhaps losing it forever,
Though I could never even have it.
Expecting others to understand,
My pain, that I don't myself;
Wishing that the future I dreaded
Would find what I was looking for,
So I could finally stop staring at cracks and crevices in the wall.
-The Guy With Random Stuff
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