A waste

It's such a waste sometimes, the internet, the letters, outdoors, leaves, coffee, breakfast, all such wonderful things but sometimes they just suck our life out where are so involved with some things that other more deserving of our attention are forgotten and our time slowly leaks out of our fingertips when we are not looking the seconds are left as little black on the paper, flour on the kitchen, water in the shower, you make is through the day and all you have is, that you try to gather up, the minutes; but they slip through your fingers. You always seem to spill it, Damn it! The next morning you step in the sticky residue from the day before and you search behind your couch for a forgotten hour, finding one you watch 2/3 of a movie and leave the dvd in the player a remnant of the time spent wasted.