Time

[... lament for lost freedom]

My time has been stolen from me
I didn't understand just how important
that time is to me.....
.....  and now it's gone?

My mind thrashes around.....
trying to complete the tasks
that life demands.

Where once I could sit and think....
.... and write..... and create thoughts...
.... now I must line up the numbers
and get it right.

The job must be done
so people can be paid.
Forget my sanity....
.... this is not fun!

I know what I'll do....
.... I'll throw it all away!
Do it yourself.... is what I'll say!

But no.... till a willing helper is found
I must hold to the task....
... but time.... where's my time?

© Ian Croft May 2019