from what has become
to savour only the adrenaline
from what was of yesterday
and whats gone for today
gone forever tomorrow
and it all fits in
he was yesterday;
she is today
i am tomorrow, or somewhere in between
now i wish the adrenaline was saved for last
and somewhere in between
marks pauses
defiance
inactivity
insincerity
and some adrenaline
and the silouettes from yesterday
will haunt today
and torture tomorrow
but somewhere in between
the lines draw thin
spared from the echoing chamber of lights
blinding for all to see
captivating for all to turn away
he had been yesterday
she was today
i am tomorrow, or somewhere in between
Monday, April 28, 2008
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