There is never enough time for accumulating knowledge.
Wasted Time, Wasted Thought
I don't understand some people's plea
When I hear them say they're bored.
Boredom to me is a mystery,
Wasted time a thing I can't afford.
Intriguing ideas grow in my brain
When I read books on science.
But absorbing it seems impossibly vain;
With our workday time compliance.
I hate the clock that monitors time.
And causes learning to be a race,
With a timer that steals moments from mind,
Thought just cannot keep that pace.
Like a thief, I plunder time from sleep,
Stealing minutes to explore more views.
But eyes grow blurry and close in defeat.
Because there's no time for the new.
In all the world, the awareness I find
Deliciously sheltered in its place,
Where thought can frolic about in mind
And never fatten my cranial case.
So much wasted time and thought;
The sacrifice I give each day.
Yet far more blessed than pleasure bought
Is the time allowed for the mind to play,