When I Have More Time
Time
We never have enough of it
Time
Unable to buy it yet we find ways to "buy time"
But we're not really buying time, are we?
We're just postponing obligations, the unknown, the inevitable
Time
We spend more time thinking about what we'd like to do with our time rather than actually doing anything with it
Time
Can Neither be bought nor sold
Some get more than they deserve
Others are cut short
Time
What am I supposed to be doing with it? Writing this?
Daydreaming?
Thinking of what I wish to do with it?
Thinking about others who are my age or younger and what they did with it?
Is what I've done enough or do I need to do more?
Who gets to decide what is time well spent and time wasted?
Time
Creeps in places where you don't even notice it
Dust on your shelves
Bills that are past due
Dirty laundry piling up in the basket
Coffee now gone cold
The lines slowly creeping their way onto my face
It's another friends wedding
Another birthday
Another funeral
Time
Is not just black and white
It is all around us
It is in us
From the day we start to where we leave this place
Time
Will we ever feel like we have enough of it?
Will we get to that goal we've set for ourselves?
Will we do the mundane task in our homes?
Will we tell someone that we love them?
And so we tell ourselves time and time again that we'll get to it
"When I have more time..."
