Wasteful Days

Quickly counting for my praise

wasting away in wasted days

forgotten trespasses start to find

a resting place in a peaceful mind

grasping and leashing ,expert advise

countering with counting, is a vice

hardships enter, anchors away

staying put in place, quietly I lay

coating coats in lovers arms

waking so wasted with unheard alarms

knowing is knowing so true they scream

no coupons for trespassing souls to redeem

a metaphor on the run with no leash

in a park with laws, I beseech 

reaching full form for my praise

wasted again in my wasting of days