The Wait

Clashing herats out of bounds
The clock refuses to take its rounds
And time seems to freeze away
And I sit here for the moment in wait.

What type of feeling is it???
Sometimes worried some relief
Hopes of catching up with
Still it never seems to end The Wait.

The more you see
The less you know,
The more to get
The farthest it blows,
But still somewhere out there straight,
We always see an open gate
Seems so close, yet so far
But no matter what, we wanna be there
And all that decides our fate
And till then we just
Wait, Wait and Wait.......