Passing Time
Passing Time
I spend my days
Falling through the glass
That is our fragile world
Chasing something
I cannot reach,
And I spend my nights
Running circles
Around my own head
Trying to understand
The quiet rambling
Of my subconscious,
Neither does much
But pass the time
Although I guess
Since the basis
Of human existence
Revolves around
The measure of
Seconds, minutes, hours,
And days turned into years,
I think it’s fine
To spend my life
Just passing time.
(2013)
