In My Free Minutes

In ten free minutes I could talk to you about today in the morning and today in the afternoon.
In nine free minutes I could talk to you about how good it made me feel to day listening to certain thing.
In eight free minutes I could write how much I expect from my writings in this blog.
In seven free minutes I could probably go and drink a glass of water.
In six free minutes I could pass a moment waiting and nothing more.
In five free minutes I could talk to one of my friends and seek for the advice I need.
In four free minutes I could read a page about Black Holes.
In three free minutes I could look for a nice song to play and enjoy.
In two free minutes I could decide whether to do it or not.
In one free minute I could express you my feelings of everything I just wrote.

Futile.