Waiting
During the height of a superficial moment
I knew what you wanted most from me
You could have asked about my dreams
Investigated my former stomping grounds
Uncovered why I became defensive then turned offensive
But you were on a mission
A personal physical agenda and the pleasantries were
stepping stones
I called you on the carpet and at the matrix moment I could
have verbally laid out
But I decided to not give you what you wanted
Now I sit back and wait and watch
Are you anything like you advertised or was I spot on?