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.....
I made a pledge to myself to write a poem a day for the entire year. Now to follow through. I preface this with a reminder; most of the poems written for this year long project will be done so spontaneously and therefore will not be edited. Bear with me on this. The project goal is to get them written over getting them perfect. Several times there will simply be the poem with no title. When that happens suggestions for a title will be welcomed in the comments.
*smiles for that last line's melodic features*
ReplyDeleteTomorrow, if you sit with this...what will it do to/for you?