posted on Feb, 5 2013 @ 01:07 PM
Maybe it all has to end. Maybe it all has run its coarse. I dont believe in my enemy. I dont believe in my ally. If either only know who I really was.
Who am I. I am not your ally. I am not your enemy. I am just waiting for you all to finish each other off so I can begin.
Like a janitor standing with mop in hand watching as a party unfolds, waiting for it to end so he can get to work. Everything just a mess in the
making that he will have to clean up.
You having fun? he asks, maybe even with a smile. Inside he could care less. He is just waiting for it all to end so he can begin.
Looking at his watch and gripping tighter his mop. Its almost work time. Almost there. The party goers lament. They too are now watching the clock.
They wish for it to never end, but even the sun is against them. All the fun in the world wont make it wait for them. The janitor hears their
lamentations, their regret. He is not moved. He has been lamenting and wailing since the party started.
He sat waiting out of place, in his work cloths, with his tools.
The party goers were dressed in their Gala. Glittering in their drunken fame.
Now it all ends and the injustice of time is the cause of their sadness.
The janitor will mop up their tears. He has work to do.
edit on 5-2-2013 by zedVSzardoz because: (no reason given)