Here I sit at my computer.
Lonely. Contemplative.
Scared to death of the future.
What will tomorrow bring?
Will tomorrow be my last?
I sit and think of the possibilities of what could happen.
And with a tear on the brim,
Waiting to emerge,
Like an overly thought-provoked man
Standing on the edge of a bridge,
Waiting. Just waiting.
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 1:30 AM UTC
Here I sit at my computer.
Lonely. Contemplative.
Scared to death of the future.
What will tomorrow bring?
Will tomorrow be my last?
I sit and think of the possibilities of what could happen.
And with a tear on the brim,
Waiting to emerge,
Like an overly thought-provoked man
Standing on the edge of a bridge,
Waiting. Just waiting.
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