haggle

what each minute is worth to me
in the tick of time lost:

buying back these moments
with desperate fingers
that look to the future
and take to make up the past
that I squandered

something to trade for a few extra seconds,
bartering promises
for more time to waste.

--
Yeah, I need to stop watching so much FMA Brotherhood and Babylon 5. Netflix is definitely evil, though part of the problem is I told myself that I could relax and watch tons of tv in May, and now that I'm keeping with this poem a day and also doing a story a day, not so much. So I still relax, I just end up paying for it later.