Quenched

Waiting and wondering and watching the time crawling past me,
Tension is building, feels like something's ready to burst.
Tapping my fingers, pacing to keep from collapsing,
Cracking my knuckles, just aching to quench my thirst.

Just when I thought I was at the end,
The rain came to save me.
Breathe in that earthiness,
And face my future bravely.


Biting my fingernails, twirling my hair into circles
Waiting is killing me, crawling right out of my skin.
Whistling a tune but I only remember the chorus,
Starting and stopping, then starting all over again.

Just when I thought I was at the end,
The rain came to save me.
Breathe in that earthiness,
And face my future bravely.


(break)

Fiddling and fussing and fidgeting restlessly onward,
Tossing and turning and tangled right up in my sheets.
Climbing the walls and peeling the paint off the ceiling,
Crossing, uncrossing of legs, constant swinging of feet.

Just when I thought I was at the end,
The rain came to save me.
Breathe in that earthiness,
And face my future bravely.




copyright Heather Johnson 2006.