poem of the day February 14  

It was a strange therapy

A radical new approach

to curb out of control

TIME ADDICTION

Sitting in an empty room 

full of boredom

staring at a giant clock

Doing nothing but

watching the hands

crawl around and around

and around and around...

Until one finally stops

caring about anything 

past or future

and begins to have

a sense of belonging

to the present