Life, Is Finding Time To Kill

I sat for a while... thinking Nothing pretty much to do Perhaps if I close my eyes... dreaming And I’ve decided that there’s nothing I knew Kinda boring it became Mellow and dull, mysteriously enchanting A pause in time to maintain A reminder towards life if deserving I have time I would like to kill Murdering seconds, eliminating minutes, silencing hours Days into months with years until My final call towards the unknown empowers As all life falls into the same categories We find the differences for similar time to spend Separating ourselves from one another as memories Life to only belong as boring as plan Perhaps my sitting a while... I’m realizing Life is only colorful when we no longer believe If I’ll just open my eyes... dreaming My finding of time to kill is deceive