Wasting Time.

I miss

I miss

I miss

I wait

I wait

I wait

But time does not.

Past is past

Future, future

Time, just time

And the present is gone.

I want to be in places when where it is impossible to be.

Well, there may not be rhyme, but there is reason. I don't know jack squat about writing. Just dilly-dallying.

Writing wastes time. But it's something for the meantime.