Wasting Away

I don't want to be here,
don't feel like doing anything at all.
I just want to waste my time
anywhere but here.
To lay somewhere not doing a thing
safely in the shades shielded from the sun.
I remember a time where that life
was still possible.
Where once my days were peaceful and trite.
But back then it all felt so right.
That life's gone forever and has made
way for the prosperous one I lead now.
Where I run from one thing to the next
without ever catching my breath.
How much longer until I run into
a wall with my head in first?
I just want some time for myself.