Waiting....
The clock ticks a deafening sound.
This city,
It's bursting at the seams
I've grown bored of this town.
I have grown increasingly impatient.
Fighting against my own practicality,
a blatant vehemence.
I desire to conquer this life in it's entirety.
...but we must wait!
Damn this thing of which we call time!
Unstoppable, merely manageable, yet undefeatable
my woes, excitement, and source
time passes with a haste inconceivable.
