Valuable Time Poem by The Muse

What is a waste?
A life spent in falsehood?
Time spent in a lie?
A year, a day, a night?

Exchange any of these
And there is still emptiness
Deep inside

Seek ye that
Which makes one whole
Even for just a moment sublime

Want not more
Giveth not more
A moment to share
Understand and forbear

If ever there was a moment true
All this suffering wouldn't matter
No time would be a waste

No valuable waste of time
You would for a moment be mine
Show me a sign
Give me one reason
To believe you were once mine