Won't Waste My Time

who dares commit a crime
so wicked
as wasting time
reclined on a sick bed
yet in the best of health?

Who stares at window drapes
closed so tight
dreaming of escape
as the day drifts into night
and the world loses its wealth?

who's scared to live their days,
who won't face the earth?
as the body prematurely decays
trying to return the gift of birth
and despairs over wasted time

who's prepared for the daze
that will remain upon
the wasted face
of anyone who lives this way
oh that's no life of mine

No, that's not the life for me
When I've got a world to see
So I won't waste my time...