Thursday, December 18, 2008

I got, got, got, got no time

My life plays along to the ticking
Of the metronome, count-down clock
Everything timed to the minute
Eights hours of sleep and one for lunch
Three-minute walk to catch the 7:20 bus
And get to work by nine

It still feels unnatural, wrong
Assigning time limits
To basic needs
Visits with friends
Conversations with family

I don’t own a wristwatch
Let alone my own time.


Dorkmaster Flek said...

Welcome to the working world, babe. :P This is why I make sure I have plenty of relaxing time on the weekends. :)

Claudia said...

This one, I can totally relate to.