We spend entire lives filling in time
to fritter any seems an awful crime.
When light: some work, some toil, some burden
At night: some sex, some other diversion
We treasure weekend moments of leisure;
the pathetic things that give us pleasure.
Sometimes we stay in bars and coffee shops late,
we party, we chat, we pontificate.
Our days and nights we hone to perfection,
self-assured in 'meaningful' distraction.
I look around and want to cry
for all of us waiting to die.