Days

I sit in the world, waiting for a better day.

Hoping that the next might change the fray.

Laying in bed, still waiting for the decay.

I know it's coming, but I can't stay away.

You sit there, across the way.

I watch you, waiting for the day,

When you change the dismay.

I head down the alleyway,

Sick of waiting for the day you'll turn the other way.