Thursday, April 17, 2008

• Now.

  I smile incredulously at you.
  You seem so separate from the world.
  The future isn't of major concern,

  just right now.

  I can't live like you.
  I almost wish I could.
  You're so liberal, so free.

  I'm forever struggling for the future,
  while you hold the present in your hands.

   

   

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