Waste

by Khadija Haseeb

I try to write,

My mind runs wild,

While the pen enjoys its brisk-walk through the page,

Adding more days to its never-ending age,

Staying up late,

I had debates,

It went all in vain.

Banging my head against the desk,

Ideas buzzing around my head,

Wouldn’t come or swish away.

My mega mind that hides,

And my drowsy eyes that block the light,

Subdued in a moment of partial sleep,

Time went on with a hamster running through

And everything was still the same,

Nothing moved,

An unhealthy gain.

Now realization of guilt is what I attain.

I bid for time and not the mind,

Wanting to live my night-time dreams through my sleep.

Time tricked me,

It left me counting hours,

Unaware of my prudent sense that I lost.

I will make progress next to the very last day I waste,

It’s a normal human process, I must state,

A part of life’s Rubik’s cube,

The kind that is never solved.