One eye on the door

A solitary figure he makes
Standing alone
Sitting alone
Alone in his head locked in with his thoughts
Around him so many people stand
And he sits on the floor
And he is alone
And his heart beats strong
And he is afraid of it
And what it means
And what it does
And what he doesn’t
A solitary figure
Watching and waiting for a thing
Wanting only for the one to stand before him
The one who changes everything
Where is that one?
And he waits with one eye on the door

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