The cement mixer churning, and the eager apprentice slowly learning. In front of apartment block zero, that’s where we find our hero.
“Can I move in yet” – Impatience demands, but the construction manager waves dismissively his hands.
The days move past and still no progress – “just build the roof, my stress needs proof” – his suitcase packed and ready to start, Impatience knows he’s up for the part.
She knows him well, so much he can tell. Her calming voice of lullabies, brings flickers to his racy eyes. Too bad she stands across the canyon, holding on to her real companion.
Impatience sheds a single tear and drowns his sorrow with a beer. For the restless struggle to find love, you mustn’t wear a boxing glove. The bruises, dents, and misplaced hits are rarely good for partnerships.
“I cannot wait, it’s killing me” – so he picks whatever else he can see. At first he’s happy but then the twist, she’s got him by his neck and wrist.
“I should have waited, now I hurt” – “why’d I fall for the first little flirt.”
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