They say

“An idle mind is the devil’s workshop”

My idle mind says nay

My idle eyes wander to the clock,willing it to hop

Ahead, a few hours, a few days

Wishing time to quicken, to hurry up

But that darned clock and its wretched ways

Can never seem to speed up

It moves so slow

And as I sit and stare

I fantasize about giving it a throw

I’m up to my ears in despair

But eventually time moves; days,months and years progress

That beloved clock moves too fast; all I want is to regress.