[JuancoRocks]

i am waiting
there is no time
there are many who write
there are some who rhyme
there is a presence
feeling about
i know not what i am sure of
i only know there is doubt
sometimes in the morning
when the earth smells so sweet
so little time for reflection
must get out on the street
to the place of employment
do what has to be done
always feeling the pressure
always under the gun
can't wait to leave in the evening
hating the slugs up ahead
finally at home in your castle
feeling the warmth of your bed
repeating the same thing each morning
doing the same thing each night
ask why the cycle keeps repeating
saying i don't know it just seems right