The waste of life lies in the moment in which
growing up
means giving up
the living of life that makes living loved
The waste of life lies in waiting for better days
it lies in wishing for better things
but never moving to make the change
it lies in watching from behind cloudy glass
it lies in the wanting that lets the good things pass
it lies in foolish greed
it lies in needing what we just don’t need.
The waste of life lies in the defeated mind,
the guarded heart,
in ill spent time
The waste of life lies in those who forfeit dreams
and lies in those who don’t know what that means
in those who sit empty,
staring blankly
looking at things they can’t see
it lies in those who self medicate
and never make their way
out of that state.
The waste of life lies in looking past the signs
that life is wasting from another’s eyes.
The waste of life lies in the stuffy stupor of a closed up mind,
and in joys before us that we never find
for lack of knowing,
for lack of growing,
for lack of showing
The waste of life lies in the overwhelming day to day
in which it’s so easy to lose the way
and forget the things we always knew
we always had
The waste of life lies in the noose of constant anger,
the poison that is apathy,
the misunderstanding of risk and danger
The waste of life lies in the fog that clogs clarity
suffocating,
strangling,
mocking
The waste of life lies in potential sitting idle
in hungers never satisfied
not because they can’t be
but because no one tried
it lies in accepting things that could be changed
and dwelling in mistakes already made
The waste of life lies in responsibilities abandoned
apologies not made
grudges held
causing a sickness never made well
The waste of life lies in daily haste
in possibility not faced
And so, the waste of life
is the greatest waste.
