Trapped in an empty space I wait,
Did I get the day straight,
I don't like being late,
So here I wait,
Feeling like bait,
Awaiting my fate,
Their eyes propagate,
As thoughts accumulate,
My unidentified state,
relating to some others' view,
What do they think I'm here to do?
While i sit waiting for you,
My emotions begin to stew,
Through the attention I drew.
My true intent in the moment,
And the reason I've been sent.
This unseen event important,
I'm your entertainment,
A form of enslavement.
I cant change the engagement,
Representing my best reflection,
Hoping you get a good impression.
Entwined in Divine Intervention,
Waiting alone in this session.
The perfect lesson,
Life is in constant progression.
In time leave my position,
And continue on my mission,
Fishing for a reason you didn't show,
Finding a light in the shadow.
About the Creator
Keith McHugh
Good day to the wonderful soul reading this. I'm so glad to be able to share my art with so many awesome people, with such great imaginations. I hope you enjoy my little contribution. See you in the station.
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