Wasted Time

Here again in the immediate

knowing what lies behind

is beyond a need,

less so than that which shouts the anxiety,

the carving manner of solitude,

that piece of my security,

blinded, distracted, tossed aside,

until some reality allows the resolve

to become a precedent

all over again.

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What about wasted time,

will we understand that time

lives with us every hour

the minutes we used to call our…

~

Sleep will arrive in short order

accompanied by some anxiety

some sorting out,

that sort of reliability

the mind provides when everything

else seems out of reach,

we as again for some solace,

a manner of speaking to ill advised

solutions to a lack of performance,

a serious consequence.

~

What about wasted time,

will we understand that time

lives with us every hour

the minutes we used to call our…

~

The other day standing alone

at my curbside where the lights

fly by amidst the eyes of no where

would I ever understand

anything of a remote value

in the bodies of all the soul

in transition passing my life

could I ever possibly agree.

that the flaw of humanity,

lays the foundation for success.

~

What about wasted time,

will we understand that time

lives with us every hour

the minutes we used to call our…

~

I suppose when in the morning I wake again,

I’ll enjoy having known this time,

gave freedom to my underlying pain,

that quest to layer my life with purpose,

I’ll ask the world around me,

to give me another chance,

and yet later on when I’m all alone,

I’ll smile, I’ll cry, I’ll be mortified,

a once again sort of solitude screams …

~

What about wasted time,

will we understand that time

lives with us every hour

the minutes we used to call our own.

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