hanging in the balance
It's 1:30, here lies the rest of my life
hours passing by in crippled increments
Bored, restless, unsure
of what is in store.
feeling out the surroundings of
Time, not on my hands
to do what cannot get accomplished.
I rummage through my day, hoping
things will have a brighter future
if only i'd take the time to notice
but time, all that i have,
all that i work for is
More time
to sit lazily about, doing nothing
only to get behind in
wasting more of that one precious
Life altering
Time.