I've composed sins like it was a pauper's gift of emptiness.
I've drawn words like they were subscribing to the field test.
Nothing stands in the way but the latency of waiting.
And still I perpetuate the myth.
Hello to the sun,
Goodbye to the night;
Blind myself with the staring as though affixed with an addiction.
Remember your longing.
One step at a time.
No one knew the cliff notes for a game worth playing.
I lie in wait.