The impatience that I have
The watch that I look at
Every five minutes
I expect it to be that
The empty eyes
And the long roads
The abrupt turns
Colorful boards
The power growing endlessly
And insides going weak
Beautiful from outside
Inside I reek
The abrupt arrival
And the million excuses
The meaningless explanations
She always muses
The time more spent
The more it feels to be smothered
The changing seasons of emotions
Around us it hovers
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