How I tell time
Do you worry about the
seconds, minutes, and hours?
I never knew that a clock
had such time-consuming powers.
This is how I tell time
The length of cigarettes
to give me a chance to calm my stress.
Drinks with friends,
enjoying each other’s company before it ends.
Cussing and swearing to my heart’s content.
I can let loose those fucking words, but just for a moment.
Laughing and smiling when things go wrong
because I know I won’t have a chance again when it’s all said and done.
Getting lost in a daydream,
witnessing what I can achieve.
Procrastinating on things that need done
when a nap sounds like more fun.
How much it takes to recover from laughing so hard,
knowing damn well that it was the funniest thing I’ve ever heard!
And how long it takes for tears to dry
after a very painful goodbye.
Can you see why
I don’t let little hands tell me the time.
It’s said, “Time waits for no one.”
I beg to differ.
“Life waits for no one.”
Still not convinced?
Take some time…