Lost and Restless
Carmen Ray
Lost in time I cry for you.
Lost in the ticking of this clock,
I wait.
Restless and awake,
or settled and asleep,
I dream.
I do not live, I exist.
I do not live, I wait.
I do not live, I dream.
Is it for anything worthy?
For the day you love me,
like a father should?
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