Blackness
All is wrapped in blackness
Covered overall
Blankets of blackness
Can't even see my fingers
In front of my eyes
Moving like ballet dancers
In slow motion
And a sound reminding me of
Bugle cars
Hurricanes my heart into commotion
But waiting is never wasted time
Waiting is never wasted time
Even loneliness is full of life
Loneliness itself is full of life
Waiting to be discovered