Wasting Time

Fractured and alone.
Where does the time fly to
when it goes?

I took a few days to reflect,
seeking some form of clarity - 
some kind of excuse - and lost.
I took the blame for crimes
I committed with all of them.
I didn't follow through on my end
(and they did);
I was the wrong one.

Broken into pieces and lost now -
Where did the minutes take me to?

When I should have been hitting the keys,
I was hitting the beach!
Daydreaming and flying -
I was free!
Moments of pleasure in the sun,
clouded by guilt I brushed off like sand -
sublime!
In denial I could fall, and fast.

And the time flew by me.

Little did I know
the clock was still ticking.
Watches were watched while I waded,
And soon, away went my dream

I lay broken, fractured, lost and alone,
Mourning as I fell from my place at the top,
Back down to pieces and shame,
At crimes of neglect I committed in pride,
At time gone away while I preened.