What waste

do I waste my day in
watching; is my time my
own; is it right not to
do the things on the list
in my own home -

I spoke to someone
who knew the same -
how to do and
what to do
with all the time
that is one's hand

it takes to work out
what should be done
and why
and when

time runs out like a river
like a bed of sand
like ink in a pen

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