I worry about nights spent
Doing nothing in particular;
On one hand, necessary
To let my mind wander;
But on the other hand,
I wonder what I could have
Accomplished in the minutes
I will never get back.
But this is what they call
Wasting Time.
While I'm sitting, feeling numb,
Lazily placated by mindless
Chatter, shows and songs
That I'll never remember,
There are moments when
I hear the precious tick tock
Within me, trying to rouse me:
I know there is only so much left.
This is what I call
Wasting Time.
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