In The Waiting Room

Let me introduce myself My name is suicide I live in the shadows Just at the back of your mind You’ll probably never meet me Sometimes I'm on posters Usually in your doctor’s waiting room You may glance at me Put me to the back of your mind That continuous cough Your main concern today Sure you’ll get better soon Now we come to the other guy I’m at the forefront now Doesn’t seem to be any alternatives No introduction needed No explanation required Sometimes we have a trial run Just to see But really, our mind is made up The poster stares right at him Taunting, asking what he’s thinking What is he thinking The same thoughts as yesterday The day before yesterday Today Tomorrow The cough would have responded to antibiotics But it was never really about the cough.