The day I lost my watch...

The day I lost my watch
I recklessly mourned my empty wrist
The wistful thoughts of the cheating hands
Which turn and turn in abandon

I looked up to the sun
It stared blankly
It was day, I could conjure
But how far from the night?

Days were stopped by nights
And the day won again
It seemed years
And perhaps a lifetime

I started enjoying the emptiness
No targets and running short
No urgent and mocking deadlines
There was just all the time

I stole minutes and then hours
There I was enjoying the unlimited freedom
I flirted with myself
Glee and merry thoughts

Then I got my watch
Alas, I had now lost time
There was the pending and the impending
Time never was lost with the watch