Time is money, or so they say.
So why am I letting mine slip away?
I jump in the fast lane of a passing track,
Only to stall, and work my way back.
It's hard to see if I'm getting ahead,
As I toss and turn each night in my bed.
Have the great opportunities passed me by?
Am I just wasting time or should I even try?
Don't ask why the best thoughts lie,
If you ask me, I'll just sigh.
Spinning my wheels, running in place,
Wasting time, I'm off the pace.
I set for myself; but what's the use,
Trying hard to catch up is just more abuse.
So, without reason or rhyme,
I'm just stuck here, wasting time.
Copyright 2000 © Ronald W. Hull