Time passes, tick by tock, minute by hour. Yet through each moment, we feel the same kinds of motions. Patience [?]. Standing in the rain without an umbrella, trying to have nature wash off the grime that you just can't shake

Still, you're in line for that brand new thing that you just can't live without. As long as [?] staring at it endlessly for six weeks. Then you lose patience, lose direction, and find yourself something new to attach to

And even then, with the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow smashing into your jaw, you'll still be waiting for something to wakе you up again