Musings on Life from a Dead Girl

Precious Hours

The precious hours not spent at my desk

The time that I own

The time that is mine

The precious hours of the weekend drip away like sand falling in an hourglass

Before I am sure it's truly beginning it ends unceremoniously

My life is only lived in these hours

This time that belongs only to me

But what to do with it?

Before I can decide it's already Monday again and don't get the chance to choose