Agenda
Dan Provost
Frustrated with self-analysis #999, which forced
me to accept life's lack of compassion-Today I
will be incensed with the slow traffic on Route 1
to fulfill my quota of anger.
Failing to conquer the world of dreams; Yesterday,
I became upset when I rolled around in my bed.
Losing the battle of sleep with tears from lack of love.
Sitting alone with the euphoric bottle, destroying my
substance as well as my equilibrium; Tomorrow, I
will find no comfort in the sanctity of drunkenness.
Yes, it is too simple to say yesterday was just a
dream while today is a war that must be fought.
But tomorrow will come-Bringing symbols of
everyday journeys.
The stoplight that fails to click from red to green.
The hungry that fail to eat.
The words that fail to be heard.
Life will die and love will die.
Today, Tomorrow, and Forever.
