#20: The Lady in Waiting
She’s trapped in a box
there’s no windows or doors
(I venture to say you have heard this before)
She ponders her savior
and when they’ll arrive
(she’s tried everything, she’s left with no drive)
Powerless, waiting
and sometimes quite mad
(she fears that a limit or doom is at hand)
She tears out her hair
and it grows back again
(time is a thing with no start and no end)
Always she’s wondering
when it will come
If she’ll be free
or if there’s no one.