The clock is ticking, running away.
Standing on the ground, there he waits.
Checking on every silver vehicle passes by.
Liquid produced by the heat washes over his face.
Black Nissan stops infront of him, with the familiar faces he always see.
"Finally," he says and joins in.
On the way back home, a conversation starts.
Discussing whether it is proper to have a go for his age.
Very short discussion indeed, to come up with a conclusion.
Which has given him the shock of his life.
For he never realise how open they are regarding this.
Time has spent, waiting for answers.
And this is what he gets, when the time is up.
