Waiting...
Waiting, waiting and waiting It seemed ev’thing was still The wind had stopped to blow The time was as motionless as a hill The only things that moved Were those hands of clock They say that time flies But that also then... had become a statue of rock My eyes were desperate To see something happening My tongue tingling to speak But to whom will it be uttering? I suddenly moved my eyes To the corner of the room And found something fascinating And new thoughts it started to loom A line of ants All crawling one behind the other What was silent world for me Was, for them seemingly inconsequential I saw, they had their own world Much smaller though But enough for Them to know Then again I moved my head And looked down... In the form of a shadow A friend I found I moved my hand And so did she And I happily realised How much fun these trifles can be! I nodded my head and She ...