(uncovering a recovery anthem after throwing off the covers)
stretching a mighty hello to the proud new day
I vow to the pigeons that I’ll waste it away
no more
no more
no more waiting
no more waiting for buses
no more waiting for a signal
no more waiting for a tomorrow
no more waiting for inspiration’s gaze
no more waiting for a hell to freeze over
and before I know it the kettle has boiled