Countdown.

 The days are falling like snow off the calendar

Until the day comes i will not be able to sit still in my seat

the countdown continues from

months, to weeks, to days

All the time well waited for dissapears in this haze of time

this vortex of infinite clock ticking, watch beeping, and impatientness

Once the clock hits its final tock the countdown begins all over again

from hours, to minutes, to seconds

this cycle never rest, forever a time insomniac

I’ll explode from waiting for sure

I just can’t wait for warped tour