
I search for time, in doses small
The last time I wasn’t rushed, I can’t recall
I want to simply stare out of the window
Daydream, think, let the moment flow
Without being filled by a productive task
If only I could in the glory of leisure time bask..
Maybe I could some inspiration find
Finally satisfy that craving in my mind
To create my masterpiece in art
In reality I’ve not even been able to start
Any creative project because I lack
The time it needs to get on track
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I find free minutes here and there
Then, before I’m fully aware
Something comes up to fill
That aliquot of time, and despite my will
To savor that time doing nothing at all
Into the vicious trap of productivity I fall
I tell myself that I would be free
Once the task is completed satisfactorily..
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Thus free time remains a dream that seldom sees the light of the day
I keep working harder, and time just flies away