Wasted Time...

 

“And the hours go by like minutes and the shadows come to stay

So you take a little something to make them go away

And I could have done so many things, baby

If I could only stop my mind from wonderin' what

I left behind and from worrying 'bout this wasted time…”

 

 

 

(Music: The Eagles ~ Wasted Time)

 

 

 

 More Than Myself ~ Anne Sexton

 

Not that it was beautiful,

but that, in the end, there was

a certain sense of order there;

something worth learning

in that narrow diary of my mind,

in the commonplaces of the asylum

where the cracked mirror

or my own selfish death

outstared me . . .

I tapped my own head;

it was glass, an inverted bowl.

It's small thing

to rage inside your own bowl.

At first it was private.

Then it was more than myself.