Is today wrapped in sweet wrappers

Exposed greedily like a childs expectation of delight?

Is tommorrow elusive as ever

following and transforming from tonight?

Just almost there at midnight

and then its tommorrow again.

 

Is time carving images of the future

chiseling my countenance

sculpting my physique

dulling my mind

Almost but not quite

racing away like mercury on the horizon.

 

Almost but not quite

Is that the story of my life?

Is that how we are destined to be

Is that how we always are

Is that it?

 

21/7/2004