Tuesday, 19 May 2015

Waiting For Tomorrow.

Another poem, and why not?

Yesterday Waiting For Tomorrow

Observe the crazy ape's despair,
trapped in a consumer's world.
Where dream's have gaping wounds,
happiness floats ahead like a mirage.
A strange world
where nostalgia flows like wine
drowning the present;
trivia traps mesmerised minds
They live yesterday, waiting for tomorrow,
an existence
where "NOW" has been eliminated.

Viusit ann arky's home at www.radicalglasgow.me.uk

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