Analysis of Wasted

Why spend time or another dime wasted,
On repeatedly receiving the same results.
To achieve successfully.
Perhaps for many,
This act is intended and meant...
To save and preserve,
What is little left of common sense to use.
With it wished to want and hope,
Thinking done to do this eventually...
Will be recognized to honor,
Those brave enough to expose themselves...
As pioneers by the ones,
Awaking to discover being conscious...
Is an experience more enjoyed to explore,
Over the staying limited...
Within boundaries restricted to ignorance.
Rumored to be more satisfying,
If one's thought process was left...
To others with proven track records,
Of accomplishing deception...
Without the need to point fingers,
At the ones...
Noticeably amateurs.
And obviously too brain dead to know,
How many dimes are needed...
Before realizing time to find more is a waste!

'Ten pennies make one dime, right?'

'God?
This is not happening, is it?
Too much of this craze is imagined, right?'

'I thought the same thing too.
But today,
Ten pennies to make one dime...
Only takes 90 more to make a whole dollar.'

'I was not talking to you.
I was talking to God!'

'That's stupid.
Everybody knows,
There will be pennies from Heaven to come...
For you and me.
If we prayed for a falling star.'

'God?
It is happening.
Isn't it?
Okay.
Who am I to question,
Just how mysterious your ways can be?'

'I don't believe this.
While you and God,
Were in a confidential conference.
And you held your head up towards the sky,
With your eyes closed.
This Ten dollar bill landed at my feet.
Appearing from nowhere.
I can't believe this!
You are right.
God does work in mysterious ways.
And if I had 'my' eyes closed,
I would have missed my blessing!'