Just Waiting
Wasting time
Watching life pass before my eyes
River rushing to the tide
Going my way
And the wind can swerve through the trees
Feathered friends floaty on the breeze
Darting, dashing behind green leaves
Going my way
And those that pass on by
Determined journeys rigourously followed
[Lost in their own little lives]
Ignore the beauty of their fellow man
To busy to stop and while
To wait and waste time
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