This thing inside
Will not let me just go
At my own pace
Allow me to wait
And consider the days
Or nights
Like a lost pair of socks
Unexplainable in their absence
Weighing on me like the ocean
On a deep sea diver
And as used to this as I am
It will never make sense
This thing within me
For so long
Continues to push me outside
Too early
In advance of any need
My timings
My boxes
My rules
My law
As I find myself early
Again
Always
Stood waiting for the train
With 7 minutes to kill
And even that
As small a moment as it is
What a waste of time in itself
I stand in the sun to at least
Try and make it somehow
Worthwhile