A Peek Through My Eyes 🗸

Time

I'm sorry

that I wasted it.

All of those seconds,

days,

years.

of doing something

I hate.

instead I just

sat and waited

for life to roll on

like the crystal blue waves.

But occasionally, a tide

swept me off my feet

to back where I started before.

And now I'm just throwing away

the clock

with each tick, tock.

the hand moves around

without me noticing.

I'm sorry for wasting

all of it.