Waves of remorse gushing on me ,
Of how time was never meant to be.
Meant to be wasted — discarded in a heartbeat.
I could not "save" time.
For the sudden waves of remorse, had never lingered, not once, in thy head.
In a glance, I fearfully took away.
With the many wishes I had that could not be fulfilled by time.
"Time" itself; is a gift.
Gift meant to be open at the right moment.
For me, time is..
Something I wasted by sleeping and watching TV.
Welcome back to school.
