if time went into storage
wouldn’t that be great

all those moments that went adrift
just waiting to be claimed

like a ‘lost and found’ for time
sounds quite bizarre

it must be at its brim by now
bending out the walls

i must admit most of that time
is all because of me

those 10 minutes that I fell asleep
just because of bordem
queues I had endured
loitering through the streets
tangled between the sheets
lying down watching the fan
making patterns on my hand
doodling the armegoden
simple things, useless things  

but most in vain
the time I spent
waiting for true love
pursuing those who’d disregard
someone like me
someone not worth their time

i suppose I wish
there was a way
to get back all that time

all that time I could’ve used
to waste another way.