Idle (By: Nonong)

Yesterday and today,
Saturday and Sunday,
In a relationship with IDLE,
Somehow feels trapped,
In this space of Love-Hate relationship,
It's a bliss at one moment,
Yet, another moment,
It's a waste of time.

Did I choose to,
Did I ask for it,
Did I create this,
Did I want this,
Did I?
Yes and no,
But, as time goes by,
It's still feels a waste of time.

Mind wandering,
What If,
I could have been,
Be productive,
Satisfied,
And fulfilled,
Oh, what a waste says me,
But it's the end of Sunday.

Though a wishful thought,
Lingering the words,
I wish it can be changed,
Regrets engulfing thought,
Wish and wish,
Only wish.

Nonong,
Get over it,
And no more wasting time,
Next week.