I'm waiting with closed eyes
waiting for tomorrow
I'm waiting for the cleaner
that should dispose the waste of the flowers
I'm waiting for the waiter
was ordering moons...
I'm waiting through the whole newspaper
until it's time for the world
I'm waiting with a pen
for the idea of thoughts
I'm waiting waiting waiting further
until it's time to return back
I'm waiting in the space between
allegedly unprotected
I'm waiting for the new language
the one that will to be of use for me
I'm waiting for the dopamine
that is promised inside
I'm waiting for the imagination
that the movie is starting finally
I'm waiting in front of the cash machine
waiting for my money
I'm waiting to find a piece of space garbage
falling in front of my feet
I'm waiting and touching black keys
because white is irritating
I'm waiting waiting waiting further unflinching
I'm waiting for cats' moving sounds
I'm waiting for fish singing
I'm waiting for the one great
inordinate sound
I'm waiting for the dark mass
still not found between the stars
I'm waiting for the saucer
hided by the Nazis in the Andes
I'm waiting on the border of the world
where even atoms are lightheaded
I'm waiting directly at the black hole
I'm still waiting
I'm waiting sedulous
I'm waiting on top of the Eisberg
at the end of physics
for November's heat
and for things that don't exist
I'm waiting waiting further and further
finally for music
I'm waiting for the one
whose name she deserves very well
was always there, is always right
for the one who always digs the sun out
who cancels the law of the graves
I'm waiting for the one who harvests tactlessly
drooling
who dances barefoot without shoes of inhibition
who escapes the numbness sound by sound
who is known by anyone instantly
I'm waiting for her to open doors, gates, locks
until she suddenly - wake-up call Fanfare -
surprisingly rushes out of ambush
I hope she will instigate an anthem
I'm waiting until there is nothing more to wait for
Life is not a mistake, no mistake and music
I'm waiting
I'm still waiting