On a gloomy Sunday,

In my robe and gray skies

I said for hours

Only wishing my demise.

I don’t move sometimes

Sitting for hours.

I wish I knew my state of mind

Well before launching in

I sit for hours

Wondering where

How all this time has passed

And yet I am waiting,

always waiting.

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