The Legend of the Long Wait

In shadows deep where secrets dwell,

A tale of time I now compel.

Through halls of patience, whispers call,

Why must they beware the bathroom stall?

Silent guardians of the porcelain throne,

Men venture forth, yet stay alone.

Mysteries linger in their wake,

Lost in thoughts that they forsake.

Time slips away like sand in hand,

A moment lost in a distant land.

Hold your breath, endure the wait,

The legend grows, it’s oh so great.

Oh, why do they take so long?

In the fortress of their own domain.

Battles fought in quiet sway,

The bathroom saga day by day.

Perhaps a scroll, a book, a plan,

A fortress built by every man.

Time expands within those walls,

Gentle giants in their stalls.

Endless minutes turn to hours,

Lost in mental, sacred powers.

Patience wanes but hope remains,

In the shadows, silent chains.

Oh, why do they take so long?

In the fortress of their own domain.

Battles fought in quiet sway,

The bathroom saga day by day.

Echoes of eternity we hear,

As minutes stretch and disappear.

Eventually they emerge,

With tales of conquest, proud and surging.

So next time when they linger still,

Remember it’s a quest of will.

In the land where secrets hide,

Men’s bathroom tales, a myth, a pride.