What am I waiting for...
human contact...
a signed invitation...
the Lord Jesus himself...
a game of chess...
must it always take two...
I can't sit here all day...
wasting my life...
anticipating fun...
in a park, almost dark...
the days take turns to move...
in my old tweed jacket...
nothing to do but go...
go home, but where is home...
foreigner, I travel...
only I have no place...
return trip, no, one way...
.
.
.
God only knows why I...
on this occasion here...
date uncertain and place...
of course I know this place...
this place is...
is...
is...
...Hell.
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