Still, still, still
we wait in the night
beneath currents of
primordial sound.
Still, still, still
we wait and dream
forever living in the
penumbra of yesterday
wondering what will it bring.
But how can we wonder
when we already know?
Lost in a daze
creativity cannot flow.
Still, still, still
we wait for the next savior
to tell us the same ol’
stories as before.
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