Seems Like I'm Always Waiting

I guess I don’t really have anyone to hang out with today. I guess I don’t want to be by myself.

That’s not exactly true, it’s just that I have this feeling of wanting to connect with you, but not really knowing how.

I’m wondering if I did the right things today. If I spent my hours right. I just see the sand slipping away.

Seems like I’m always waiting for something big to happen. But I know the big thing is what’s happening through me. Seems like I’m always waiting for something real to take place. But now I know what’s taking place, is shifting space inside me.

How do I reach you from down here? It’s like I’m fused with the coal. I’m part of the body here. I can’t move so well. Just waiting for pressures to change me. Just waiting for geology. Just waiting for an ocean to shape me. To turn me into sand.

Seems like I’m always waiting for some big displacement. But now I feel my own body’s moving with the encasement. Seems like I’m always shifting, moving place beneath me. And now I see it is me, the shifting plates are me.

Seems like I’m always waiting for something massive to change, but now I feel the mass is me. I’m the one who is changing.

Seems like I’m always waiting for a monument. A monumental moment in the firmament. But I’m in the mantle, and the crust and the core.

And I’m in the dark for a little bit more.