Wasting Time Poem by Demontray Lockhart

Time is just a waiting...,
Without much to fill it -
Just a ticking
Away, like a clock's tick.

Time creeps up slowly
When you least expect it.
You shout holy! And
Non-mother tongue speaks spiritually.

But time is like a blink
Of an eye - with you as
The passerbyer. Think!
But then it's too late to.

Its vagueness is elliptical.
Time makes no sense just
The sense you give it. And
So you give it no time.