"The days go by slowly"
I through when I was young
It seems now I was stupid
It seems now I was dumb

For time passes so quickly
I'm always on the run
The time to write a poem?
Sometimes I feel like none

Of needed time I need
And have just to proceed
And work me through the
Work they throw and the

Workload, oh!
So heavy...

"The nights go by slowly"
I thought when I was young
It seems now I was stupid
It seems now I was dumb

For each night in a flash
Passes as I crash
I wake up hours later
Than needed to be rash

Time is a needed limit
Time limits all my needs
Time eats away my lifeline
Time, on which I feed

So slow, no!
Be ready...

Only ten more!
Counting down for?
Christmas, for sure.
The fourteenth is here.

Same day each year.
Same place, same time.
The Christmas in spirit.
The spirit, is mine. ;)

Sitting in my office, something stirs, was it a dream of the past?
I cannot be sure.

It tells me things, whispers to me.
Sanity flees.
I remember a time before this time.
Truth is distant.
A blur.

The clouds sweep over, closing like curtains, bleak moon.
Shadows light up the darkness.
A silhouette of smoke on the canvas.
Struggles.
Runs upwards.
Defying human law.

I've heard of this in folklore.
Humanity is long gone.
The strong at rule.
Peace flees.
Insanity.

Went to bed too late.
Went out of bed too early.
Appreciate the sunshine.
After a long dull winter.
Feel like shit today.
Still with only traces of snow.
Watching a lot of good movies.
Taking the day as it goes.
Did not take a walk yesterday.
Took a longer one early this morning.
My eyes out of focus, yawning.
Thinking about the people.
We pass as we walk these paths.
Green fields and steep hills.
If you crack a joke I laugh.
It is destiny.

Fresh blood pumping through my veins
It keeps me up, it keeps me sane
Fresh blood pumping up again
Spite the volume spit the rain

Fresh vibes filling apartment fumes
I can feel these maddened tunes
Ears are bleeding pain renewed
Sound intense I'm in the mood

Forest running far from me
To the streets I jump and flee
Fly the concrete forth tonight
Bash my head in walls on sight

To the fields, to the sea
Calm me down the ocean breeze
Salt and swift I move my feet
Ground is damp - frost still sleeps

Winter coming, it's here tonight
In the air so clear so blight
My nostrils flare the smoke tuned high
Balloon of ash consumes the sky

When time is right, we live and see
Christmas comes and hope our plea
Vantage was once - so long ago
All we now hope for is softer snow

Hows that? ;)

Wasting time takes close to no effort.
Not wasting time takes loads of closed F words

So true. :)