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Waiting For the Snow
By the rising heat we've been set free
The gates cleared for our passing wave
And in the summer time sorrow and sigh
Every other person soaks up all the sun
Cool, clear waters are all by the touch
Blue skies for stereotype beyond the grey
Late afternoons are generally when I stand
Just in time for the fallen sun and steady breeze
I've starved myself by accident with mixed results
An unconscious man doesn't hunger without his needs
It's a benign kind of feeling blending with it all
You must awaken early and ignore your curfews
I'm not necessarily lonely, I'm just not so accustomed
I'm not really all that bored right now, signs point below
I'm not in the mood to be creative, but I feel the obligation
At the end of the day I always end up staying late
In high hopes that someone will sign on for me
Tell me everything that's going wrong,
and then give me a solution for every little complication.
