Close your eyes and count to infinity
The infinite numbers that pass your very being are reminders of time lost and times passed into oblivion.
Can you hear the audiences ending applause as if to remind you here lies your deathly grave?
But you wait
You wait patiently for them
They say hope is a deadly game to be played, but you see hope as a sign of life and time to be gained
When they left did you not lose your hope?
When they disappeared with no trace did your hope not wither away?
You a loyalist await their return
For death is the final straw for most but you see death as a threshold of utter faith beyond the unknown
Close your eyes and count
For this is a waiting game