I can't even concentrate on this
It's overthought, anticipated
The pen ink is running dry

It's been thrown to paper and wasted
Creativity has been blocked and overtasted
Maybe in time I'll appreciate it


Hold on, hold on
We'll be with you soon


These papers are stuck in this book
Until they're torn out and pasted

To the inside of my memory
Where I can later look and see them in a new gallery
Where they can later be viewed and appreciated


Hold on, hold on
We'll be with you soon

We'll be with you

Longing for what has been lost

Longing for what hasn't been obtained
It's a small cost
We've got the past, lost the future, only now we wait


Hold on, hold on
We'll be with you soon

We'll be with you