So “I” decided to write . . .

I sit, wait and anticipate
Oh she’s seven minutes late
Spare her a few more, won’t you
Please do – do it for you

Who is she?
She will be
Be?
With me

A daydreamer, maybe
An anticipator, call me
One sits, waits and wonders
For I see land, I see Neverland

I said “hi”
She said “hi”
Do I know you?
Perhaps you do?
One drink, two drinks, three drinks, four
She keeps asking for more
Not sure how I feel about this anymore
I think it’s time to go

Oh no, don’t go

A day, two maybe three

Won’t you come back to me?!

Ho Ho Ho

Here comes the snow

It’s a bit of a show

For which I shall go

A show to which no one has even been

Snow at home that’s a bit of a scene

A scene I’ve never seen

I think I’ll pack

Go back

Off I go

Home I shall go

Go check the snow

“Home as in Egypt, not Alexandria? I did retain some
information”

She said; well kinda

I cried – I don’t think I’ll ever find ya

Stop, go back

Dream on

Won’t you cut me some slack?

Too late, sorry mate

I promise you; your history won’t be repeated

For I will always be there;

There for you

I hope you do

Just remember, don’t let this heart of yours run you.

She!

Karim Khattab