Hiatus

I was waiting, impatient
For a brain transplant
From some genius child
In some 3rd world shithole

I was practicing living
As a whole, for experience
Decades, it seems, of terrorism
And lonliness in the crowd

I was adding up
The back catalouge to burn
Laughing as I watched
My adolescence go to waste

I was hoping Mojy
Could make it all better
Gave up and mourned
A nonexistent gravestone

I was finished trying
For the fabled masterpiece
But I still feel it stuck
Somewhere up there, in this new light