wasted time

today was another slow day...i went through the motions certain that at some point everything would work itself out or i would simply drop dead...everyday people just drop like flies...forty-something joggers, big fat artery-clogged souls, fragile newborns, and the head through the windshield crowd...meanwhile the rest of us live another day...i waste most, if not all of my life...i wonder what exactly it is not to waste my time...is that not all that we are doing...wasting, biding, doing our time...until something else comes along, whether it be as soft and subtle as the summer breeze on an eastern shore, or as abrupt as a sacred lightening bolt...time is simply a myth, an excuse, something worthy of wasting...after all "a stitch in time saves nine," "time is money", "it is time to be loved," and " the time has come" for this or that...yes indeed the time has come and time is money...so i've wasted money, so i've wasted time...and so i am wasted...ashes in the ganges, silt in the sea...i walk the hill in peace, trying to hold on...