The Button is Depressed

The button is depressed
someone pressed the button
when I was distracted
so I had no time to wonder
why the button would be
pressed, I can't reach the
button, only someone can
I am no longer distracted
so I stare, and stare, and
stare, and stare, and stare
and I never knew there
were so many minutes
in a day, under this grueling
light in my eyes, though the
worst part is the hope that
someone will unpress the button
so I wait and wait and wait
and wait and wait and wait
and someone doesn't, so
the hope dies as the light
fades as the hope fades.