Wasted

A waste of space broadens the empty horizon, 

A waste of time is milliseconds going by unnoticed as time tightens,

Uselessness is deciphered by comparison upon ones preferred tasks,

Fingers that turn the tap can’t catch the water like a flask,

I’d hate to see me go.

For I am bark on the ground, 

I fell with minimal sound,

Easily trampled underfoot,

Unlike the wind that wouldn’t let me stay put,

Wisdom passed my lips but didn’t shoot off my tongue,

What a waste.