I sat against a wall and wept
Then i leaned on the balcony and dreamed
Anticipation turned Impatience turned Despair
But Anticipation nonetheless
Bittersweet anticipation of the unknown\

What disease plagues my being,
And causes utter madness in my thoughts
A pushing and pulling sensation of confusion
Fueled by an irrational sickness
My insides waste away with longing

I thought i heard your voice calling
So i turned and saw you walk towards me
Yet your silence pierced my ears
So i turned and drove you away
Oblivious was i to the shouts of the heart

When i closed my mouth, ears and eyes
And opened my heart, spirit and soul
They told me i was healed
I thought i heard your voice calling
This time i will not turn away