You said, “Two days.” I said, “Okay.” I trusted time would lead the way. Day three came, then four, then five, My hope is tired but still alive. No prize, no sign, not even a clue— Is this a joke, or performance art too? No hard feelings, don’t get me wrong, But “two days” seems a bit… prolonged. I laugh, I wait, I sip my tea— Still wondering where that reward might be ☕😌
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You said, “Two days.”
I said, “Okay.”
I trusted time would lead the way.
Day three came, then four, then five,
My hope is tired but still alive.
No prize, no sign, not even a clue—
Is this a joke, or performance art too?
No hard feelings, don’t get me wrong,
But “two days” seems a bit… prolonged.
I laugh, I wait, I sip my tea—
Still wondering where that reward might be ☕😌