Time. It’s what I spend every day like I’ve got nothing to lose.
Been ejected at celestial heights from that plane of birth, a babe without a parachute, just like all of us. Slowly falling, or maybe quickly, depending on how much stuff you’re entertaining in your head.
The ground looks so distant, but certain to meet us when the time comes.
So what’s the best way to spend your time?
How would I know?
You’ve got to figure that out yourself.