The speaker engages in various mundane and repetitive activities to pass the time as an overwhelming burden weighs on their shoulders and the hours pass slowly. Some of their activities include counting waves, kicking stones, building sandcastles, cleaning glasses and their body, scribbling on paper, and tapping their feet. Throughout it all, life feels like nothing more than a way to pass the time as the minutes drag on.

1. TIME PASS.
I meticulously counted the number of waves; rising and falling in the majestically
undulating sea, I sang occasionally with the birds; humming a myriad of spell binding
tunes,
I tore a sheet of lanky dilapidated paper; into measly bits of orphaned fragments,
I nonchalantly kicked each stone that confronted me in my way; hurling it high and
handsome towards mystical puffs of sky,
O ! yes the overwhelming burden on my shoulders seemed to be augmenting each
minute; the hour incorrigibly refrained to fly; and for me at the current moment
life was nothing but a big time pass.
I shooed the birds sitting tranquilly on the jaded rocks; chasing them till the point I
wholesomely collapsed in a bedraggled heap on cold ground,
I made boundless sandcastles in insurmountably slippery sand; dismantling them as
they gathered the slightest of solid proportion,
I held my ear abysmally close to the hollow walls; awaiting for the tiniest of sound
that simply wasn’t there,
I indefatigably kept chanting a silly tune; giving it the pompously pretentious status of
being the astronomical best,
O ! yes the overwhelming burden on my shoulders seemed to be augmenting each
minute; the hour incorrigibly refrained to fly; and for me at the current moment
life was nothing but a big time pass.
I voraciously rubbed my glasses till the time they shone vivaciously bright; although
they were already sparkling more than the mid-day Sun,
I tied my handkerchief into unfathomable number of folds; spent countless moments
thereafter in entangling the disdainful mess of my insane creation,
I washed my body vigorously all throughout the night; evacuating the last bit of
superficial dirt that just wasn’t to be seen,
I flipped through pages of the bulky history book; browsing through an unending
labyrinth of dates; with beads of exasperating sweat trickling feverishly down my
nape,
O ! yes the overwhelming burden on my shoulders seemed to be augmenting each
minute; the hour incorrigibly refrained to fly; and for me at the current moment
life was nothing but a big time pass.
I yawned like a maniacally fanatic; although the bones incarcerated in my body rared
to surge forward with spurts of exuberant enthusiasm,
I chewed slices of tangy gum for times immemorial; evolving a cocoon of bubbles
only to obnoxiously burst them,
I incoherently scribbled gargantuan tons of literature on barren paper; expending
Herculean loads of my lazy frustration on my tiny little fountain pen,

2. I relentlessly kept tapping my nimble feet; scowling in inexplicable disdain at
whomsoever who encountered me in my way.
O ! yes the overwhelming burden on my shoulders seemed to be augmenting each
minute; the hour incorrigibly refrained to fly; and for me at the current moment
life was nothing but a big time pass.