word is on the street
you hear it in coffe bars
in the summer heat that
the end of near and its only
a matter of time
before we crash and burn
and i jump my gun thinking
the life thats not yet lived
will the earth hold out till i graduate?
will i still have time to procreate?
what will happen to those i love?
so im shivering in the bitter words
i hear
afraid to live
afraid to fear
crashing and buring inside
before my time has arrived
and i wonder why i let their
"solid evidence" get the best
of my happiness
so i'm not gonna live like tomorrow's it for
everything
but im not gonna live like tomorrow is promised
i look forward too the future
while they laugh at it non existing
if you're so certain
why are you still alive?
If it's over, why do you even try?
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Written March 24th, 2006
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Wow, this is a great poem. Very influential... And just...moving. You have a wonderful way with words!

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