Waste Of Time

This is a waste of time.

I'm racing to be chasing a wavy line.

A way through the day and this crazy grind.

I'm facing the divine while they're replacing the places I find.

Contagious, outrageous. Are these changes all mine?

I'm about to fall but I'm fine.

I'm about to call to the rhyme and give it all to the Nine.

Leave it small and never shine.

Grieve the call and never mind.

Tenacious, courageous. Are these pages all mine?

Spaces in time, flirtatious sages with phrases to mime.

What a waste of time to be chasing a wavy line.