Today I sit
writing a poem,

It's 11:40am I look
What have I done!
Another day...has flown by.

You lazy and selfish fool
Writing a poem...what a waste.

What do you hope to achieve
A non- doing of poetry.

What an ego!

So many things, and doings
So many obligations
                                  commitments
And goals.

You drown in activity
But who's the fool!
Time waits for no one.

But,

To die asleep
And...never...really examine
Life..activity...and time.

No. That's not me.