You wouldn't realize it, but you spend most of your time waiting.
Waiting in line.
Waiting for an answer.
Waiting at a stop light.
Waiting for what, though.
All this waiting is just little stalls-pausing as you get closer
and closer to death.
Without waiting, would you enjoy life,
or would it just breeze by, like a simple
summers gust?
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