Wasted Time
Wasted Time oh... so much wasted time
Look at me, what do you see nothing but wasted time
Alone lost and confined...
As I look back over the time wasted I fine myself in awe of the moments so quietly & quickly just passing away without even a winking of an eye... let long constant movement of any kind.
God forbid how dare... there be lack of activity, allowing the stillness of each passing moment, minutes, hours are even days just fade away.
Wasted time resembling that of the morning dew quickly melting as the sunrise settles-in finding it's place before the break of dawn...
Wasted time. Who gave you or anyone permission too come in like a thief in the night, only to rob & take that which doesn't belong, nor have been given you.
There is a time & place for everything. Life is too short for "Wasted Time"
Copyright © Deborah Vines | Year Posted 2019
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