A man puts on his coat and waits,
To be driven to the train station,
Where he can ride the cars to nowhere.
A woman sits waiting in the lobby,
For a limousine to take her away,
Because she thinks she is the president.
Another woman waits by the payphone,
Her mother will soon be calling,
But her mother has been gone for years.
If time passes, they do not know,
For long ago it stood still.
Today is the same as it was before,
Or maybe sooner than that.
There are no tomorrows,
Only an eternity of repetition.
They wait, and will be waiting
Until the train arrives,
Until the limousine drives up,
Until the telephone rings,
But it never does.
~ Conny Jasper