Friday, May 27, 2011

The One Hundred Forty Eighth, May 27, 2011

I am lost once more
wandering aimlessly
seeking a hint of logic
seeing nothing close

too focused on today
to hold on to dreams
nothing else matters
instant gratification

feed the need of now
satisfy personal greed
only priority that counts
until it becomes too late

lost moments stay lost
hopes cast aside fade
tomorrow will come
and find us empty

but we had a good time today.....

1 comment:

  1. *smiles for that last line's melodic features*

    Tomorrow, if you sit with this...what will it do to/for you?

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