Tuesday, March 9, 1999

My Question

Days of past are no interest to me
The future I do not ponder
In today only I see
Its miracles of wonder
Within an eye blink
Losing my grasp
Why to think
Of future and past

Today is the only answer
To my question I can find
Looking for a cure
Second glance blows my mind
I can do nothing yesterday
Not even tomorrow
These thoughts they weigh
Heavy with sorrow
No hope of change to come
Is it today, yesterday?
Or maybe even tomorrow….
Fennigant 1999

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