That’s how it goes.
You spent your moments in minutes,seconds,hours.
And in a blink of an eye years are gone.
You’ll refill; redeem the cookie points,
Once every month or twice,
As per the prescription.
The prescription by the way,
Is directly proportional to the frustration.
And those cash-in of time would come in the form clinks of glasses and half-baked lies,
Told to ride far away and escape from the monotonous.
Where the soul fills its empty stomach,
Somewhere far far away,
But only to return,
To the mundane.