Waiting. Waiting.

Waiting is not a dead time.

A waste of time.

An extended moment of impatience.

As if life only starts after it has passed.

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Rather waiting is an opportunity for reflection.

Take it today.

Heading to my loved one for the weekend,

Sunshine beats a path towards the tunnels who will lead me home.

I ignore the grand entrance; built to welcome,

For this journey of anticipation,

And then snub the steps, the Ticketmaster, and the engine drivers.

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Casey Jones is no more;

I am distracted from a path made beautiful for me;

And those who are welcoming me before I arrive home.