How are you,
When you are waiting?
Is it the countdown,
That you’re hating?
Rather get it over,
Even if no field of clover?
I must keep myself busy,
If it’s to rake it’s time.
If I know it’s coming,
Somewhere down the line.
I used to want it over,
I used to want it done,
But it’s different now. So different.
I don’t know exactly what’s to come.
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