Time

We are all given a handful of it, a treasure trove of gold and silver. It does not accrue interest or multipy. It is currency that we push into the meter: turn, crank, clink. turn, crank, clink.

I've wasted millions.

I'll leave the rest of this blank. I do not have a solution. Maybe that's just it. There is no solution. Life is suffering said Buddha and the goal is to acknowledge and overcome suffering. I really hope it is more than suffering.

My coins keep falling into that black hole.

What happens when my hands are empty? Will I raise my empty hands to the sky and be free from the weight? Will I be given a new job? What is there other than standing here at this meter and pooring away what I've been given.

Am I supposed to drop the coins and run free? Is it possible??

The meter needs feeding.

Imitosis - Andrew Bird