clocks

tick away my time
it's fine
i wasn't using it well
and only it will tell
i'm wasting
just tasting
the emptiness
of idleness
alone inside
in my mind i hide
thoughts provoke
as i smoke
trying to dream
but dreams never seem
to last after i wake
i made a mistake
and believed
what i conceived
in my mind
often so unkind
as clocks count down
my hope is not found
back into my bed
dream of tomorrow instead
or yesterday
just not today


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