the stream-of-conscious way

i sit here as my knee hurts
hoping to write something in a stream-of-conscious way
it should just flow
i should just think
and it will appear
forming itself after the blinking cursor like magic
black on white on grey

what am i waiting for?
what am i doing?
im waiting for the countdown to end
end?
what kind of countdown is this?
what am i waiting for?
i'm waiting for you
i am waiting for the time that i can have you

god, i hate this
god, i hate you
no i don't hate god
i hate you
i hate waiting for you

see that man over there?
i'd kill to have a piece of him
we're in love
we love each other
but neither of us has the strength or the courage
or the trust(in ourselves) to reach out and touch the other
and we're not allowed
not allowed??
oh i get it, his girlfriend wouldn't like it either

this is my frustration poured out onto a piece of paper
no trees were killed in the sending of this message actually
but countless electrons were horribly inconvenienced

this is what i want, i want you
oh (insert name here), why do you plague my thoughts so?
i need a walk to grip my mind and make a meaning of things

why am i missing such a frighteningly cruel lesson
wasted time is never found again
what am i doing
i want this to flow
let there be light
let there be dark
let there be twilight
and there you go
i'm repeating myself again
i was hoping to write something in a stream-of-conscious way
and it came out as the babbling of a love-struck teenager
who can't have what she wants
but i want a pony, mommy i want it give it to me!

i'm sitting here, quite alone
and my knee hurts
im writing something in a stream-of-conscious way
black on white on grey