Wasted

So many hours
Days, weeks, months
years, oh the years.

Passing inanely, reasons unknown, objective lost
Slipping by with shattered dreams... broken hearts... fruitless lives
in their glowing trail, their rippling wake.

So many hours
Days, weeks, months
years, so many years

Haunting me, their futility, the deadlines past
Standing tall such worthless times of senseless struggles and endless tries
and in their tail? A wasted life.

So many hours
Days, weeks, months
years lost in a wasted life.