How many ways shall I hunger?
How many ways shall I thirst?
How many nights will I lie sleepless?
How many days will I simply waste?
The clock keeps ticking
My time, I will keep wasting
But is it my time to waste?
Who does it belong to?
To the Gods?
To my family?
To my lover?
To my friends?
To myself?
All of these?
None of these?
Can you have that which isn't?
Can you own your own process?
Does time have owners?
Or is it a process
Not owned, but spent
Never found, never kept
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