Waiting Through These Years

I’m waiting through these years

I’m wading through these years

Now I feel

Dust accumulate

That’s the sound of passing time

I didn’t know it had a sound til now

And I am listening

Dust accumulates and animates and now I’m changing
I read it in a book

I think I read it in my own pages

I saw it in this room

Where I’m waiting in this nook

I saw it with my own eyes

I heard it with my ears

That things are always changing but they’re not

I’ve seen a lot of things slowly waiting through these years

I saw it with my own eyes

That’s the sound of passing time

I feel a tingle in my left page

Where there wasn’t one before

Dust falls and I feel it joyfully in my spineDust accumulates

And animatesI wouldn’t say I’m alive

But I wouldn’t say I’m dead

I’ve got an animation

In my core in my spine

I’m waiting through these years

And I saw it with my own eyes

You could’ve done a better job

You could’ve saved all those species

Saved the trees and saved the planet

But instead you got a jobI’m not surprised

You could’ve tried a little harder

And I’m changing through these years

And I’ve got a lot of acceptance

Waiting through these years

I saw it with my own eyes