Suspense

It's the middle of the night
I'm counting the seconds that tick by
Waiting for the one that names the call

Its inevitable,  I realize
When the hour is right
I'll rise and don my boots again

They sit ever ready by the door
Loosely laced as my racing mind
Diligently standing by

As I pace these floorboards in my socks 
And watch the hands on the clock
Move steadily towards fate's determined time.

◄ Alive

Aftermath ►

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