How terrible it is to wait and see,
To fly around the hive just as if a bee.
How horrible it is to wait,
When even as a fish,you feel like bait.
Unable to penetrate the mind,
Smiling yet somehow unkind,
So close yet impossible to find,
Eyes open...they seem blind.
Uncovered,unprotected and haunted,
By a beast that somehow seems soulbounded,
A treasure of the sun,
So far,blinded...will it ever come?
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