I Don't Mind Wasting Time

I am waiting for the bus Wasting time I am not reading I am not thinking About what to write- I am not doing Anything useful- Random thoughts Random perceptions Random feelings And I don't mind I don't mind wasting time- All these years of not wasting time What has it given me? All these years of rushing to write And what does my writing mean to anyone? A few more minutes A few more hours In this long life Will not change anything It is as if it is at last alright To not have to make time useful To waste time And not feel guilty For now.