I’m right here waiting.

I’m waiting for the sun. It’s dreary and wet. Snow, they say. I’m waiting for myLuckyBreak even still — not to make my yesterday self a liar. I’m waiting to get lucky. I’ve been storing up some lust.

I’m waiting to be lucky. I’m waiting to be discovered. I’m waiting to be rich. I’m waiting to be quoted.

I’m waiting for summer. I’m waiting to move. See me twitch. I’m waiting to run. Run. Not hide. I’ve been hiding. I’m waiting to unhide.

I’m waiting for the future to come find me. I’m waiting to get the joke. I’m waiting to be invited. I’m waiting to crash the party. I’m waiting for the party. I’m waiting to fly. I’m waiting to get out, to break out, to go.

I’m waiting to pop out. I’m waiting to go. But wait. Of course there’s no place to go. And it’s already the future.

We’re all here to go. People come and people go. Barnies go and Barnies come. Here’s another. Who’s got a new Barney? Who’s got a new Barney? Is it you? Is it you, Murph? Yeah. You got a new Barney. Where’s Barney? Where’s Barney? I am waiting for my new Barney.

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