What a waste of time!!!!

Wasted..........Time!!!!



Wasted is the time I spent 

Hiding from my past

Forgotten moments that are done and dusted. 

Besides a few valuable lessons 

That is all I get crying over what's past...

Either I am living or reliving the memories.



Wasted is the time I spent 

Fretting or wishing over a future yet to come. 

A future so unpredictable and uncertain 

Yet I gambled my time and wasted my certainty beyond reason, 

Over a yet to occur happening.



Wasted is the time whence I forgot

To live in the here and now

To ignore the what-ifs and have-beens

To cherish every moment I love and breathe in now.

I stopped creating memories and kept reliving the old ones

I kept sweating over one sunset and forgotten the sun will rise again.



Wasted is the Time I spent chasing someone else's dreams

Holding onto promises not mine to keep

Believing the insincere and the negatives.



Wasted is the Time I spent hating myself for just existing 

Shunning my imperfections and beliefs

Trying to fit in the crowd 

Hoping some one to like me.



Wasted is all the time 

Drowing in the past and future 

Am struggling hard even now 

To be present in this now

Rather than slipping back to the state of apathy.

Comments

  1. Bhasu.S.MenonFebruary 2, 2026 at 9:07 AM

    Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
    Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
    So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
    It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time
    It's something unpredictable
    But in the end, it's right
    I hope you had the time of your life
    So take the photographs and still frames in your mind
    Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
    Tattoos of memories, and dead skin on trial
    For what it's worth, it was worth all the while

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