In my burning youth
It was this that I was
Always waiting for as I
Sat waiting
For the circus to begin.

This is what was being
Waited for as I
Watched the classroom clock
Turned the lid
On the jar of peanut butter
Reached into my pants
Poured the whisky
Back through my young
And drying throat.

I didn't know
I just didn't know
I only had to look the right way
And cry towards the lights in the sky.


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