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