The meter will not wait for me.
Nursing tomorrow, where it doesn't belong.
I will blow the hours, waste them in time.
I will fill the vacancy with excuses for a better opportunity.

In line for the perfect moment.
I will cover myself in disarray.
I will over cherish my subroutine, by fear of change.
Crippling my every day.

Time will not wait, hold back for me.
To grant myself permission, to decide.
My stinginess with taking risks is costing me
a high personal price.
Facing any probable mistake, I will change sidewalk.

I don't fall, I don't bruise.
I surrendered before even trying to lead my own effort.
I'm a coward. I place my fate in the hands of god.

Will time pick up the few broken regrets
and bring me back all the chances I missed.
I will hold tight, the moment, until all becomes flawless.
The days, the years have so quickly disappeared.

The dust, the stench of the flaws I can't face.
I'd rather look into the emptiness for a comforting hollow thought.
Absorbed in my own routine.
Floating in my empty shell.
I won't dare, but smile with the sad,
and hold back for time to bring me the end.