We wait,
for the moment life is but a faded image.
Of what could have been,
and what was.
Where it takes one,
No one knows what to do,
Who to turn to,
Where to go.
They just pass by like the stepping stones of time.
Yes, those stones.
We, wait and wait.
Until we begin to forget,
What it is we were waiting for.
That is why we wait,
For what could have been,
And what was,
But never will again.
For we lost our faith from within.
Within those forgotten folds of time.
At a stand still.
For that day until,
We open up our
Closed.
Shut.
Sinless.
Heart's eyes.
