In The Waiting Room

In the waiting room is a future groom

He’s taking a ride with his future bride

Admist the gloom, offspring will bloom

Sailing the tide is where they’ll find their pride

Their life will go vroom before they reach the tomb

By the time they cried, their youth will have died

With floral perfume, there goes their doom

The pain that they denied, the love that they supplied

Bedore they’re in the urn, they have to learn

What passion turns into, enjoy the fading view

All they did to earn, was all left to burn

Had to see it through, all part of the crew

They plenty of concern as their stomachs churn

Munching bamboo at a restaurant in Peru

They analysed in turn, this is the point of no return

What was once taboo, was just another hue