In waiting.

I'm so fucking sick of hiding behind
the symbolistic, hypothetical constructions
didn't trust myself with the blueprints
so got to think.

Find a place to rest, catch a breath
to leave this home I'll have nothing left.

Oh, see the rabbit run, give chase
turn the corner it vanished without a trace.

Mental mind games sent to interrupt my escape
same sort of protest every turn that I face
symbolic gestures to misplace hate
to many times have I took the bait
brought the time to boarder the gate.

The only thing that scares me is when hope says.
"Just wait."