Time is a valuable thing.
At least, that is what I have been told.
But, if it is such a precious thing
Then why do people
Just waste so much of it
As if it were just any other thing?
I look around me
And all that I see
Is a world of chaos and commotion
And everyone is in a rush to somewhere
That, in the end,
turns out to be nowhere.
I sit back gazing
Trying to analyze this entire scene
And have only figured out one thing.
Time can sometimes mean
Just about anything
Depending on what value
You want it to be.