Stuck

Time continues, the hands on the clock keep moving.

They grasp the future while I'm stuck in the past.

The same time frame and the same place.

I'm not making progress, I can't seem to put a finger on it.

But why? What for? Addiction? Pride?

I can't grasp the concept. It only comes around once 

but I still don't understand. I still waste.

The hours and days come and go.

Its gone, I can't get it back. The numbers came and went.

I regret it everyday. I regret what I can't get back.

The thought messes with me, always on my conscious.

I have to change, I need to change for the better.

I have to make the most of my time. I need to

take advantage of it. If not I'll lose it for good.

Waste makes want. I can't dwell on it.

I just need to learn from the experience and move on.