I'll wait for her forever...

Hourglass Requiem

A pen and paper and a lot of time to kill, so often found in this situation
That now the words just come naturally to me without any hesitation
A metphor here, a similie there, but the pen hates when I use personification
So I stick to what I know, which is a simpleton's flow, no room for complication
When I look up to the clock and I observe it so long, it seems to mock my waiting
"A virtue," I tell it, patience wearing thin, the murder of sand so frustrating
For an hour this glass has been counting the past, and I've flipped over so many ticks
But alas the clock seems to be giving the finger, I still laugh at your endless tricks
I must be going crazy because the hands sit so still, just about 360 rotations to go
And that's not even the finish line, I'm losing my mind because it's still moving so slow
The calender; the accomplice of the clock, so many victims to speak of in my trial
I killed all that time, and after all just to find that I'm still going to be waiting awhile
"For what?" you may ask, well when enough time has passed I'll have finally found perfection
Been lost for so long, shoulda turned right; I was wrong, the map guided me the wrong direction
So I gave it to the wind, with the destination pinned, I laughed as I roamed through with no guide
And when enough time has died I will finally find that the land of happiness is where I reside
The journey I speak of has no definitive movement, I'm still sitting with a paper and pen
And I remember times of perfection; dejavu in the making, it'll be great eventually just as it was then
Don't get me wrong, I've know the future all along, clairvoyance was always a gift
And even though things have changed, a couple details rearranged, the paradigm has yet to shift
The last ingredient is time, so wont the clock be benign? I'd like to retire this dagger
But when I wave the white flag it fires back with a bang, and the shock of it causes me to stagger
Oh you crafty enemy, you think your so clever with your ultimate advantage to me
But the one thing you lack is a counter-attack to this bombshell I've got now you see:
I'll be waiting forever, and I'll never say never, just to get to the girl with the power
Hex of perfection, guidance with no direction, glass shattering with every passing hour