Waste

Something in me always tells me While you are looking down The clouds tired of waiting Fly away with all that’s precious While you are typing away Reams upon reams of wastes The sun tired of waiting Goes down in the west Not a day not a month You know not It’s been so for so many years That they are decaying in wait All the time expecting you to look up Agonizingly and in vain ………………………….. you never looked up you never had time till came the day end when like the tired wings of a butterfly you came to rest… with your dreams dead!