Wasting No Time

WASTING NO TIME Standing there just a vacuum of an empty void Visions of dreams within; her head were ployed She wasn’t playing idle, as filling in wasted time To her never a circus; more so of a pantomime Every play then; written by her own, fair hands Steeped in her own intrigue; none understands Every act participated; played on with precision No time was ever wasted; only she has a vision Accolades were accepted; now the stage is bare She is alone now created by her own nightmare But no time was wasted filling out the next void Playing to her ability; time is yet again employed Indiana Shaw . . . -_-