Today
There is a faint light
Hanging close to my head now.
Where is that damn switch?
Tomorrow
I’m running ahead
And praying, dear God, it’s not
A treadmill below.
Yesterday
How is it that All
changes color depending
On your time and place?
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
love the second stanza, the treadmill metaphor is great!
Post a Comment