Days thoroughly planned from a to z
rather by design than accident
Timetabled leisure nothing left to fate
Competition for hours of quality
When always afraid
of wasting time
Time becomes suicidal
and hardly companionable
the privilege
to comprehend
the enjoyable in boredom
is way too many denied
I am not sad about growing old
If only I had more time
Sighin’ for days of, plain relaxation
but forced appreciation surely fails
When always afraid
of wasting time
Time becomes suicidal
and hardly companionable
the privilege
to comprehend
the enjoyable in boredom
is way too many denied
I’m always afraid
of wasting my time
Time’s become suicidal
and hardly companionable
the privilege
to comprehend
the enjoyable in boredom
has to me been denied
has to me been denied
