I'm waiting.

Sitting here

watching, waiting.

In the dark, the dark of uncertainty.

What will the future fold,

what will all my working hold?

You and me...

what's going to be?

All I can do is wait,

here

in the dark,

hoping things will be okay.

But what about the pain?

Uncertainty is a drain.

I'm like the bug in the cup,

waiting for my time to be up.

Sitting here waiting in the dark,

hoping from you for a good sign or mark