Wasting Time

Is it a waste of time to sit,
staring out the window- wishing-

taking in what you can't quite have?

Is it a waste of time to clean,

to put effort into something that

will only be undone?

Is a waste of time to write,
something that will
only be forgotten?

Is it a waste of time to love,

knowing it will only end  

in a blink of an eye. So fast you can't
quite catch it, so slow you can only replay it
over and over.

Is it a waste of time to live,
for you can only die?

No.