There’s
too much time
to think of the inevitable
and too little time
to understand the imperceptible.

There’s
too much time
for disappointment
and not enough
for dreaming about
doing the impossible.

There’s
too much time
for heartbreak
and not enough for
small gestures.

There’s
too much time
for self-indulgence
and not enough for
holding doors open.

There’s
too much time
for black and white
and not enough for
bending down
to pick a lilac.

There’s
too much time
for living for the wrong reasons
and not enough for
simple pleasures.

Too much time.