Still

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.