Tuesday, October 5, 2010

For Tomorrow

If today was yesterday,
I would see it all differently,
maybe I wouldn't hide,
maybe I would just run.
I see my problems,
but I can't fix the mess.
That's when I find you and I can't see you anymore.
Have you ever wondered what life could be,
should be,
would be,
If we were all just a little less afraid.
Afraid of the mayhem that will rise,
if we stepped out of the lines,
that were created way before our time.
I wish I didn't,
but I know I have.


  1. Thank you for this poem. I understand some of it (at least I think I do).
    I can especially relate to lines 5-6. I know what I'm doing wrong, but how do I do it right? As Portia says in Shakespeare's Merchant of Venice, "If to do were as easy as to know what were good to do, chapels had been churches and poor men's cottages princes' palaces" (Act I Scene 2).
    May I inquire as to whom line 7 refers? Don't answer if you don't want to, but I'm curious.

  2. As I get use to posting everything unfiltered I think my poems will become less of a mystery.