Wasted Time

Wasted time is a concept gone haywire,
Enslaving the master it was meant to serve.
Wasted time is a tyrant so demanding,
It engulfs its subjects in nervous sweats.

Wasted time is a hungry vulture,
Picking at you as you leisurely lay.
Wasted time is a formless jester,
Cackling at you as you search for needle in hay.

Wasted time is a ticking clock,
Robbing from you contentment in day.
Wasted time is an overactive reactor,
Overpowering your calmness, you go up in flames.

Time is not real, so waste her you cannot,
She has neither throne nor crown.
So grab for yourself the present’s scepter,
And robe yourself in Infinity’s gown.