The clock on the wall
it's mocking me, I think
and the seconds are marked
by the drips of the sink

The ticking, dripping,
scratching, scrape
I sit at the window,
I watch and I wait

The phone's almost sleeping
it sits there, won't ring
though I sigh in frustration
it's rather annoying

I can't sit and read
can't stay still long enough
and yet at the same time
I don't want to get up