In our short lives how often do we wish it away waiting for hours to get out of our daily work. Or for each weekend to come to go out to play some do not have or want jobs so just shirk. Still getting ready to get out for some fun others lounging about soaking up the sun.
No matter what pace we head to our demize ruled by the never ending clock we just wait. When one is young we wait to get to adult size wishing years to pass to get out the school gate. Onto university or staring those first jobs hanging about causing trouble destined to be slobs.
There is no end to wishing away our allotted space those marriage vows hoping it would last and work. To the dreaded divorces too many now face that can go on for years and hidden problems lurk. Letting minutes fly by then wonder where it has gone for some lifes far too short and others too long. The Foureyed Poet.