Moments
Are counting me
Wondering
What
I will do with them
Will I count them back
Or Will hold them
In suspension
Until
The time
Get's nearer
Nearer to what
It asks
I say
I do not know
Though it grows nearer
It grows nearer
Sometimes I'm afraid
Because the moment's close at hand
Sometime I curse
Because it isn't coming fast enough
Sometimes I wait
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