Art & Poetry by Jim Nasium Too Much Time On My Hands
I've got too much time on my hands
so I stay as busy as can be
always creating some thing new
I'm not into watching TV
I see these things in my head
then I sit down to draw and write
some times my muse will stay with me
until the wee hours of the night
I've got too much time on my hands
I should be traveling around
but I'm not as free as I'd like
I just can't leave town
no one comes round to sit with me
but I don't really mind
I've got all the time in the world
so I let my twin muses dance in my mind
I find myself growing weaker I'm almost pencil thin
the pain I fight each day
hurts so bad it's a freaking sin
the meds only make things worse for me
I just want more and more
and the morphine makes me feel so good
I ending dialing a massage for a whore
I'm tired of this ordeal
I need to get a break
how strong do you think I am
how much more do you think I can take
not wanting to do what I have to do
it's time for me to fight round three
some time if ya get a moment
please say a prayer for me
I've got too much time on my hands
and there's not much I can do
I try to keep my mind busy
it helps me to not feel so blue
each day I see now, is a gift
time's all I have left any more
I could go on forever complaining
but Dial A Massage is knocking on my door...