Tomorrow started yesterday
I'm always two steps late
That being said,
I think I'll wait
Forcing myself more behind
Tomorrow is scary
Yesterday makes me nervous
Now seems to impair me
All around, I'm stuck
I'll stop looking
At the bigger picture
And begin thinking
About what happened
Just an hour ago,
What'll happen in two minutes
And just go with the flow
Impaired or not
I'll take a deep breath
And focus on now
Information to digest
YOU ARE READING
The Poems Of Me
PoetryPoetry is a form of venting for me. So don't be surprised if you read this only to find a book full of meaningful, and possibly confusing, poems. In some way, my poems are a form of myself and my own feelings. ((PLEASE DON'T STEAL! I MAKE THESE POE...
