you sit there…waiting…on what…the second coming…apocalyptic horsemen…what…you would think your time was worth something…something tangible…reached out for nothing…just sit there…not a word spoken…silence…completely quiet…as if you never had anything to say…yes…the silent type…silent type…
this will all catch up to you one day…yes…one day you’re going to wish you said something…about this…about that…made a real statement…’stead of keeping everybody in suspense…that’s what you do…keep everyone guessing…what will he do next…what will he do next…
and…the answer is nothing…you’ll grow old in that chair…autumn will pass…winter too…and you will still have not said a word…frightening really…what are you waiting for…do you even know…everyone’s given up on you…you’ve driven them away…by doing nothing you have driven them away…yes…driven them away…
yet here I wait in the thick of it…the thickness of silence…waiting for your next move…waiting for your next move…
