Stuck in the waiting room
Where the doctor’s not coming
but I’m running
Into the same strangers
From different dangers
And no one’s coming
In clutch – is it wrong
Of me to miss
your touch?
Is it wrong
To feel
stuck at the
bottom
of the sea
Underwater
no air
Maybe if
I was hotter
Just why
do people
disappear?
I’ll tell
you I know
it to be
Fear;
Maybe too
much beer,
Who
knows
Until the
end
one
goes
Stuck in the waiting room
of a world that keeps
moving while I’m
still waiting for
something to come
in clutch.
6:58pm
6/6/26
– The Ivory Rose