In Between. Stage

tic tac tic tac
seconds by seconds
minutes by minutes
hours by hours
time passes
day passes
leaving me here
waiting and dreaming
for something
i dont felt to wait
but my foot doesnt
make a step forward
i am still
looking at the junction point
to see the route
miles afar
i cant even image
what will i become
on the next minute
sometimes i dont feel
to plan,
because planning
means wanting
means awaiting
means wishing
perhaps i am afraid
if the No reach me
pull me down
to the bottom
of the murky n cold lake
but sometimes
when i lay on my back
i always dream what
i want to be
experience told me
working harder
bring me to my dream