Tuesday, April 21, 2015

What Now?, 2015

So much               So little time
To do                    To wait for more
To see                   But not at all
To laugh               While I cry inside.


Where is the someday?
Where is the afterthought?
Where are the hopes?
The dreams?
The keys?


How big is the wall?
Can I let you inside?
Only if you promise to leave...
Soon.


Everything that's done
Is over.
Everything to come
Is waiting.


I hate to wait.

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