Look at me now! <br />Flipping off churches and spitting at stars around the moon <br />Hoping, dreaming, praying, wishing <br />... <br />Maybe you'll come home soon <br />But even if you did, would I still be alive? <br /> <br />And now I've grown so distant <br />Even from the ground I stand on <br /> <br />Perfectly complete <br />Completely revolting <br /> <br />And I've had this feeling, <br />that If I met me on the streets <br />I'd want to kill and rob me <br /> <br />Nowadays I'm Hoping, dreaming, praying, wishing <br />... <br />Maybe you'll come home soon <br />... <br />Yet I'm wondering, fearing, and dreading the possibility <br />... <br />Even if you did, would I still be alive?<br /><br />Kyle Jones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nowadays-3/
