Tension (originally written on February 16th, 2001)

This feeling inside builds like a hurricane. I wait......I wait.

Any moment now, within the second the age will sound,
You will sit up & make sure to take note.
Sometimes solitude can trigger good things,
Any minute now the colours will show.

Footprints on sand and fingerprints on walls,
The sensation fades to grey.
Immune to disease with no faults present,
Paths carved out into early inspiration.

Like wisdom passed down through generations,
The colours start to fade from your eyes.
As this knowledge is extinguished from your lungs,
The wind picks up and carries you away.

Faces come and hearts leave in hurried anticipation,
Bemused sensations collide with each other.
Days mould into one another like elements of the earth,
And still the chill of the air seems to persist.

Anxiously you wait for the right moment,
Browsing through scenarios in your mind.
Forgotten are the memories, now behind,
As gradually the sun begins to rise.

All tension is released.

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