Alchemical

Sometimes the wait seems interminable
How the days add up into 365 moments of empty
The way you feel when you don't know what'll happen next
But you know you want something, anything to happen
Just so you can feel like you belong
Like there's some kind of master plan to it all
The way a clock works
And clocks are made by man
So it's only fitting that a woman should tear them apart
Making that end moment unknown
And though every dragging second is worth the wait in gold
The goal hasn't been seen that whole year
And you miss so much
And are missed so much
And the mission seems fission instead of fusion