Empty beds, twisted heads & the ability to wait

Every day
people sell themselves
in some way
to make it by in life

as we wait___

be it for the golden box
holding all the
answers
we have yet to
achieve
through thought,
& we commit
to actions
that may not feel
so noble

as we wait___

be it for the key meant
for the lock of the
aforementioned box,
which is bullshit
to begin w/

as we wait___

every day
people sell themselves,
& like cattle
we walk right in
to the slaughterhouse,
prodding ourselves
shocked by fear
& hunger

as we wait___

for pain to stop &
to not feel so cold &
alone
when we crawl home
to our
empty beds