Idly, I sit. Waiting, maybe wasting away, Waiting for what? A sunny day, A game to play, But my waiting it seems, has caught me stuck in a rutt, time moving so slow, such a pain in the butt, waiting, just waiting, waiting for what? For some action to become, a fact, instead of thought, a pact, instead of something sought, Searchlights glow, but I dont know, What the sign might be, What I want to see, I know that to me, Something's must change, make a paradigm shift, Ideas pass through thought center, my mind, I roll up another, but I'm already spliff'd, Something isn't right, and it hasnt been kind, It's been biting and growling, dancing and howling, Yet so well hidden, right in front of my eyes. Quicks the word, Sharps the action, like a fractal, faction on faction, So many different, so many alike, I dont know what to do, I guess I'll ride my acid bike. Colours become, and unbecome, Is that a person, a bird, a bottle of rum? Slowly doors of mind close, and ripples are still, with the power of life, my body will fill. Where should I go to, where should I run, or should I keep on waiting, waiting for the eternal sun? Should I hold up a torch and do What i can, I know one things for sure, I must break free from the man. ** I know it starts out with no structure at all really, but as you'll hopefully see later on, it's a foreshadowing and visual representation of 'the ripples stilling'.
