Can you tell me the cost of the time that I’ve lost,
The time I decided to lend,
To the inanimate loafer on a green leather sofa
With a shimmering screen for a friend.
By the edge of a lawn, so recently shorn
The real world was so sadly lacking,
So back to a room that pacified gloom,
Back to the video tracking.
As the images flew, I treasured the views.
A magical way to unwind,
But now I look back I was on the wrong track,
For I’d programmed the passing of time.
And so what a waste, that time in my haste,
Giving part of my life to a wall.
It’s too easy you see, to forget that you’re free
and let time steal away from us all.