Waste of time
Waste of breath
What more can I ask for
Than to give up yet
My journey is not over
Not even halfway through
Yet
Everyday feels
Like a waste of time
And a waste of breath
I try my best
I really do
I give everything I have
But
It isn’t enough
I cannot do the things
I want to do
Because
It’s a waste of time
And if I fight back
Words streaming along with tears
Its nothing but a waste of breath
It feels impossible
To change the world
When we are told
Not to waste time
On anything
But
Everything we do
Is a waste
It feels impossible
To change yourself
When you can’t fight back
You can’t stand up
Because
It’s a waste of breath
Your words will disappear into
The cold wind
It will swarm your sentences
With its icy touch
And bury
Your thoughts into the sky
The day will take its minutes
Its hours and seconds
Whether you use them or not
It lightens and darkens
A thief of time
And we are told
Everything we do
Is a waste of our days
If we don’t have the freedom
To waste the days
Basking in the sun
Breathing, being, seeing
Then do we have freedom
At all?
If we don’t have the freedom
To whisper words
Without worry
Then do we have freedom
Anywhere?
I
Am nothing
But a waste of time
And a waste of breath
But someone will listen
Someone will hear
Someone will understand
The plea I have set forth
Will they answer?
Or will they
Fight against the fight
Resist the resistance
With futile words
And fearsome misgivings
Is that not
The greatest waste
Of them all?
To fear is to lose courage
To lose courage is to give up
To give up
Is a waste of time
And a waste of breath
I
Would rather
Waste time fighting
Waste breath speaking
Words with meaning and song
Than giving in
To something
To someone
To the world
That wastes.