i watch the cup as it was punched and kicked by the wind

to and fro…………………..wherever the wind blew

it reminded me that i lived a large part of my life that way

no foundation………..nothing that secured me……………nothing that held my place

it was a memory that it’s edges have been worn down………because i don’t live that way anymore

i picked the cup up and placed it in the trash……………..continued walking in the sun

time is only wasted……………..if you don’t learn