Waiting

It's five o'clock in the morning 
and I'm sitting here at the bench park
-- alone and waiting.
I stared on the green grass but my mind is somewhere.
My body shivers due to the morning air.

Then, suddenly I began to ask questions
why I am here, alone and waiting?
Whom should I'd be waiting?
do I need to wait this long? or should I just stop waiting and go home?