Time
By: James Dubeau
Time
Has no meaning
When I sit here
By myself
Letting the seconds
The minutes
The hours
Tick on by
Unable to see the sun
Rise and fall
Through the closed
Window shades
Skews my perception
Of the day
With no goals
No objectives
No work
Today
Nothing has been accomplished
Before the day
Has wasted away
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A self-congratulating, back-patting, narcissistic, creative? writing experiment... Thanks for stopping by, constructive comments appreciated. All posted writing is a work in progress and may be updated at any time.
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