My mind sang a song I did not pay heed to. It played a rythm, I craved no time to dance to. Whiles, they whiled away, conniving with cunning time. They evaporated like wild whiles do. Snatching away the secrets my dear mind once crooned. My ears were too defeated to listen. My memory too occupied to pay attention. Now, I stand here numbed with regrets.. For my mind, she sings no more.
There are times when I let procastination hold me in her den. I do not pay attention to key ideas. Soon, time just swallows up the idea.