Wait a minute

I sat on the curb and waited for waiting sake
I didn't know what I was waiting for
Yet I continue waiting
The passing cars and their tunnel lights messed with my eyes
They glittered like they had somewhere to go
Something important to do
And soon the street lamp was the only thing that kept me company
The curb was on the corner of hope street
Where everyone in the day walks by
At times it might strike their attention
But in good times it often neglected
Sitting on the curb may feel like waiting
For what is not the matter
because the point is not what I am after