The patience O the patience
I mean the impatience O patience
where are you without all that time
you cannot fail to exist
you ran out of time and evolved
you reproduced your second personhood
as an argument for sleep right now right the
truck now our selves reach for censorship
to declare just how impatient our minds
grind so fast inside themselves and there right
there is no one to press hard enough for our grounds
to make coffee to speed us up to the chase
where our hearts beat into another chest
instead, we wait we wait until
our impatience runs out
Roman Ryan 