-2.06pm- Not cold, not warm. Just sitting, ponderring. What could've been. What will be. Mirage, dances on the horizon. Not too short of his eye. -Fata morgana. Reminiscence, but only a glance. Blind for a second, and it disappears. Nice to know this year, that was this year, and now it's next year. Stone spliters meet the back. The gun meet my head, my neck. Smile, but not too much. Threatened conscience grows weary; So do i. Much younged, too old. Intellectual fallacy. Whatever. I'll be there waiting for you In the morning when times have changed I'll be there through the lies and all I'll be standing like a soldier for you You hold your secrets Through the days when I need to be alone (I will wait) I will wait for you Through the rise and fall