Wait It Out

Where do we go from here?

How do we carry on?

I can't get beyond the questions.



Clambering for the scraps,

In the shatter of us collapsed.

It cuts me with every "could-have-been."



Pain on pain on play, repeating.

With the back-up make-shift life in waiting.



Everybody says,

"Time heals everything."

But what of the wretched hollow?

The endless in-between?

Are we just going to wait it out?



There's nothing to see here now,

Turning the sign around,

We're closed to the earth til further notice.

A stumbling cliched case,

Crumpled and puffy faced.

Dating the stare of a thousand miles.

All I want, only want, street level miracle,

I'll be an out-in-out, born again from none more cynical.



Everybody says,

That time heals everything all in the end.

But what of the wretched hollow?

The endless in-between?

Are we just going to wait it out?



And sit here cold?

We'll be long gone by then,

And lackluster.

And dust will layer on old magazines.

Fluorescent lighting sets the scene,

For all we could and should be being,

In the one life that we've got.



In the one life that we've got.



Everybody says,

That time heals everything.

And what of the wretched hollow?

The endless in-between?

Are we just going to wait it out?

And sit here?

Just going to wait it out?

And sit here cold?

Just going to sweat it out?



Wait it out.