one-mic:

The more I wait, the more life dies
and I’m not trying to be 
Dead weight.
Waiting for myself waiting for you waiting for me will be the death of me,
the death of you.
Bless you.
You need to live.
I need to be (full)filled.
The weight will make me feel anorexic.
This wait, let’s annex it.
An exit at the end from where we start.
Like minds, like hearts
but I don’t like less than threes,
and three’s a crowd and I can’t stand the wait in crowds,
or the weight in crowds so if I’m lost in the crowd,
but you’ve got what you found,
then that’s all that would make me proud.
No one has to wait.
Let’s live. Life. Like. Light.
Enlightened.
Wait.
Light weight.

( one-mic )