sometimes i look at the clock
and then i'll look again and
it seems that time has jumped

i wonder where it goes
and i feel sad

sad that i can't keep tabs on my minutes
sad that i'm unsure what i've spent the time doing
sad that those are wasted minutes that i'll never get back
sad that my life has become so obsolete and unlike my own

i used to take great pride and joy
in the fact that my time
was used doing things that
were important

now i have no idea
what important is

i'm not sure i ever knew