wow <br />i am <br />dying <br />slowly <br />with <br />fear <br />and <br />excitement <br />of <br />unseen <br />promises <br />and <br />i aint <br />feeling <br />nothing <br />but <br />what <br />i need <br />to feel <br />and i <br />lean off <br />the curb <br />a little <br />more than <br />everything <br />else who's <br />holding clouds <br />squeezing some sweet <br />lemonade from kool-aid <br />and black & white cartoons <br />of nows and only nows <br />tomorrow might not come<br /><br />Charles Lara<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nows/
