• I wait.
    In pouring rain, blazing heat or breezing cold.
    Hours, days, weeks, even years.
    Be it night or day, I wait.
    I can feel the time slowly drifting away.
    When I wait.

    Maybe someone will be here with me.
    Then shall my waiting be over.
    I may not know who you are.
    Or where do you come from.
    As long as you be with me...

    But that moment I shall wait.
    Smoking one cigarette.
    Killing time while waiting, for the one for me.
    The right one.

    Even when the skies would bleed on me.
    Or earth would spit fire and oceans boil.
    Still, I would stand, right here.
    Waiting.

    Wheter it would be an hour or millenia.
    Here I would stand, waiting.
    Killing time, smoking another cigarette.
    To the end of days, if I have to.
    I wait.