Now
Monotony sets in as the days pass by. I do the things I did yesterday, and forget the things I forgot yesterday.
In the passing now that never ends, I reflect, a thing I’ve shirked for many long days. And a small solemn tear barely touches my cheek.
What have I become to let these days go by so? In my lack of reflection, my lack of care I accept the mediocrity that is the me of now.
In the passing now, I hope to find a cause for change and yet upon that single tear, I gave seldom a care.
But in the passing now, I do dream of a different now, a future where I become the me I long to be.
November 28, 2010 at 6:38 pm | Lifepost | No comments