Wasting My Time
Wasting My Time
Wasting my time
Writing words that mean nothing,
I sit here and contemplate
The world that surrounds me.
I sit here alone,
My thoughts, they surround me,
I see them - I feel them,
I cannot express them.
This pressing weight
Against my bosom, it hurts me,
I long for the time
Where a poem meant everything.
I'm drifting away,
My mind, it does wander,
From subject to subject
Hardly stopping to ponder.
Then - everything - stops
I found it, the search ends!
I'm writing away,
My mind is at peace.