tuesday

time.

there never seems to be enough of it.
or all of it seems to slip away so easily.
wake up
get ready
go to work
come home
eat dinner
--- maybe have 1~3 hrs of day left, then it's
sleep
repeat.

I have trouble believing this is the way people are meant to live.
hmm...
maybe I should do more with my time?

a poem:
by me::
constant ticking
never stops
never allows for peace of thought
always taking never giving
till death I am bound by clocks.
death shall be my savior, when the time is right.
for now I shall live in times embrace.
a make-believe prison, till death we part.

-poem of a watch repair man.



well I hope your Tuesday is swell.

song:
not the song I was looking for, but enjoy:





have a nice day