How I Spend My Time

Every morning,

alarm rings

nine o’clock.

I snooze till twelve,

unsure how to

spend time.

I stare into

the back of my eyelids.

Silence

blankets me.

Roll out of bed.

Throw on clothes.

Brush teeth.

Wash face.

Walk the dog.

Time slows,

for my dog is old.

She sniffs

every single

stupid

blade of grass.

Time irrelevant.

At first,

I was frustrated,

tugging her along.

But now,

I soak the rays,

waiting for her.

Feel the rain,

pitter-patter

on my scalp.

I go to work.

Bored with the

humdrum.

Same things,

different day.

Like Sisyphus,

rolling the same

damn rock

up the same

fucking hill,

just to do it

again.

And again.

And again.

I now listen

to podcasts

while I work.

Learning my craft.

Brainstorm stories.

Take breaks

for mindful breathing.

Count up to five.

Count down to seven.

After work,

I play games

with friends.

When they're gone,

I roll into

the neighborhood bar.

Perform spoken word.

Sing karaoke.

Write poems,

trying to

distract myself

from the passage

of time.

Am I

spending it

wisely?

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