fizzygirl
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Jul 21, 2000
- Messages
- 7,818
the clock ticks
every slight noise marking moments of life
my mind stalls,
while yours spins
and i start weighing out thoughts way to late
to produce any satisfactory solutions
(as if anything is ever satisfactory, or solved)
i glance up at some shadow on the wall
that catches my attention, and i think
about how decisions that seems so crucial at the moment are looked back upon as shadows of the bigger milestones in life. i wont remember this night in a few months, or a few years...so what is a little wasted time?
another hour passes
i mean, there are minutes, hours, days, months that eventually become unrecognizable in the general flow of life--does it really matter if i sit here now and stare at the screen, hypnotized, knowing that there are surely more productive things i could be doing. complacency has never been my thing, god knows i've closed down entire sections of my life before and carried myself along with all those repercussions, but now, i just sit here, in front of the computer, beside the clock, and underneath this feeling
it's really late now
the clock is still ticking
and,i'm here,
still wasting a little of my life
every slight noise marking moments of life
my mind stalls,
while yours spins
and i start weighing out thoughts way to late
to produce any satisfactory solutions
(as if anything is ever satisfactory, or solved)
i glance up at some shadow on the wall
that catches my attention, and i think
about how decisions that seems so crucial at the moment are looked back upon as shadows of the bigger milestones in life. i wont remember this night in a few months, or a few years...so what is a little wasted time?
another hour passes
i mean, there are minutes, hours, days, months that eventually become unrecognizable in the general flow of life--does it really matter if i sit here now and stare at the screen, hypnotized, knowing that there are surely more productive things i could be doing. complacency has never been my thing, god knows i've closed down entire sections of my life before and carried myself along with all those repercussions, but now, i just sit here, in front of the computer, beside the clock, and underneath this feeling
it's really late now
the clock is still ticking
and,i'm here,
still wasting a little of my life
