Tick... Tick... Tock...

I sit here waiting
As I listen to the "tick..." "tick..." "tock..."
Of the ever steady clock
One more thing to ponder
Pensive feelings, staring at ceilings
Cold and Somber

Confused and Confounded
Dazed and surrounded
By feelings and regret
I'm tongue tied, upset
Wishing to line my feelings up  
Along this shelf
And walk away

Instead, somehow, I pray
To this voiceless, forsaken god
That I do not even know
Who lets his "children"  
Rot in this world below

I wish again to play the game
To be part of the pack
Belong within the fold
To live amongst the herd
To melt into your mold
To think a little less
And always be polite
Careful not to upset
Those who are uptight

But if I cannot be you
And I am stuck with being me
At least I can take quiet comfort
In this clarity

I've walked alone for far too long
And so I pen this melancholy song
I'm growing tired and becoming cold
My knees feel weak
My legs have bowed

So if you could  
Please be kind
And if you would
Be so bold
To offer me your company
And possibly...
A hand to hold?