When your time runs out, you start to value it more
you are less tolerant of people who make you wait.
It’s not just an inconvenience, when the secretary ignores you—
you have the profound sense, your time is being stolen
by a fool, you can’t wait to get away from.
Having this feeling, while needing to talk to people
what’s worse, is needing their approval.
After two weeks of isolation
loneliness sets in
but it’s a comfort
compared to the company
that wastes your time.
What I find funny, are the professionals who have put me down in public
or believe themselves to be superior
in some small way.
It’s like the ignorant child who knows they know more than you
but they speak in colloquialisms.
If I told them the truth about how I feel
it wouldn’t even faze them—
because they have too much self-esteem.
All we have is time,
until we don’t.
some people aren’t a waste of time.
They aren’t full of pride
or a need, to get their own way.
They are freely themselves
and they share
who they are,