What is there to do with time you are wasting away? Sit transfixed to a seat uncomfortable from wear, picking scabs of today's work. Todays that have turned into years. Years of wishing for tomorrows. Tomorrow's bell ringing your ears. Wetting your eyes. Friction between lung and bone.
What are you doing wasting your time not staring at stars? Feeling terribly small and just as large while holding a child's hand. Writing stories about the dead while your lovers live in attics. Trip though snow and fall into water's embrace. Tell your mother you love her and kiss the forehead of your father. Run through airports to fly through trees. You must sing through fog. Sing while naked in the fog.
What are you doing passing the truth as fiction? Winking and crossing fingers while standing in intersection. You must catch yourself on fire to be humble enough to love. Jump off building to test your faith. Sleep on the roof and embrace fear's power.
What is there to do with all the time I am wasting away?