Rushed Time

“Rushed Time”

Time.
Time passes by slowly.
Every time I look at the clock it hasn't changed.
There's nothing for me to do.
I sit here waiting for something.
Or someone.
Timing.
Timing is great.
Great timing is better.
Waiting.
Wasting minutes of doing nothing.
For what?
It's not what.
It’s why.
Why do I choose to sit here waiting?
Am I wasting my time?
Thinking.
Thoughts flowed through my mind.
A river of questions.
Answers.
Why I’m so-called wasting my time?
Why is time so important?
Why wait?
Why not rush time?
Well.
Time can't be rushed.
It can't be waited on either.
Time passes by when ur not looking.
Just like I did that day you died.