"Every instant of time is a pinprick of eternity."
~ Marcus Aurelius, AD 121-80: Meditations
He knows it is imminent.
As he plays with nothingness,
He knows it is coming...
He looks around for a book to read,
Or a pen or a paper, his hands to be buried.
{He knows it is imminent!}
His eyes dart to the floor
His arduous pleas would steel thereafter, [by the door];
He knows it is coming.
And yet, he fancies;
He is so nervous he could break a wall.
He knows it is imminent.
He knows it is coming.
2 Wanderer's Words:
It's the anxiety of a wait. It makes you want to tear out your limbs in frustration... that time isn't moving fast enough.
But yes, I'm sure "Tomorrow" will come.
And you know it as well.
Heh. I wrote my very first poem, at the age of about eight, on the topic "tomorrow". It basically stated, not so sublimely, that I was sick and tired of waiting. I later discovered that Shakespeare had been inspired by this to write "tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day..."
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