Wait in the title
Of the book
That we hold so dearly
Nearly
Passed out
Waiting for changes
To come
Maybe we have to
Wait inherently
It is written in the code
The only one we know
The books we read
Have told
Us
That in weak times
Progress is put on hold
How can we change the
Narrative
As we grow up
As we grow
Old
A Cup of Songwriting 