I am sitting in this bar
sipping my tea and
waiting for no-one.

Unfamiliar faces,
I am waiting just
for the time to be right.

Turned back home
and everything 
was misplaced.

Can’t find my Bluebird.

And I have to wait.
But what else can you do
with a waning Moon?

Waiting for the Titans
to pull the chains
that make the world 

So my Bluebird comes to me
to start again.

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