I broke my head open yesterday,
And it flowed into two days:
Today and tomorrow.
But really...
Yesterday was a picture on the screen,
Painted by a stranger I've moved on from.
Tomorrow is a branch of averages,
Perchance I happen upon my hope.
And today has always been never again,
But really it's just, now.
Now, I'm finding that affecting this world,
In our own self centered significant way,
Has always been the will of humanity.
I am significant and I am, as all time is,
Bringing life to these numbers.
ESTÁ A LER
Poem A Day
PoesiaJust something I've been meaning to do, and that is stacking up the work until my mind explodes! Here is another project to stack, my poem a day project
