Palpitations in Love

The Wait

In a world full of architects
is time still a construct,
in a world full of scientist
is god just an object.
When critics put on plays
and artists waste away,
just dissolve into the moment
and flow on down the aqueduct.
I can't promise you anything,
so stop looking at me like that.
You know damn well nobody is special and that's a fact.
So just fade into the woodwork
as everything else is put on pause. Disappear with me into a place
with no morals, rules, or laws.
Say nothing and show me everything, kill me, do something
or just fall back into place.
As much as we'd like to dream of it,
we can't ever escape.
The day to day,
the love and the hate,
times not real,
just the wait.