Waiting Room

Your lights of fluorescent expose

the colorless objects

and offer reflections

below the footsteps that guide us

into the narrow obscurities that never end

aligned with everything that we depend

where life is death waiting

to take us in with contagious smiles

that we long for

hold out our hands begging

while we just sit in our righteous minds

that we long for

so capture us in this room

the darkest of hours

our pulsating eyes refuse

to focus attention

into the narrow obscurities that never end

aligned with everything that we depend

where life is death waiting

to take us in with contagious smiles

that we long for

hold out our hands begging

while we just sit in our righteous minds

that we long for

resenting your patience

confined in our questions

is this our conclusion

where life is death waiting

to take us in with contagious smiles

that we long for

hold out our hands begging

while we just sit in our righteous minds

that we long for