i could sit here and wait forever   listening in the dark   seeking a trace of insight   waiting for something to start      it's likely i'll begin to force it   out of desperate response   but if you were to say it, the skeptic aside,   i'd believe whatever you want      and peace can be kind   but it's been a long time      i guess it takes patience   and a little bit of science   you'll find the ovations   on the other end of silence      i'll begin to mark all my words   it's nobody else's task   assuming it's a test of self-determination   then i've only myself to ask      how long do i wait   before i create?      bridging the nights right into mornings   losing sight of apathy's warnings   learning to coexist   as a patient scientist