The Countdown - Last of April

Clock has been a cage, 
Weeks the worst enemy
Days feel on a loop with no stop
But This day I try and breathe. 
For I can smell the scent of antidote
Hear the echo of bravado
Taste the vibrations of elan in my blood
See the idyllic view from the top 
And Feel.... feel the warm hug of earth once...
Once... Again, When I stand. 


I begin my real wait NOW.