Tomorrow Is A Wasteland

Tomorrow is a wasteland,
Wasted on this minor majority,
Leads life with blind cane,
Just because it can,
And I am in awe,
Of where the next second
Falls Winter Summer
Springing in the infinite finity,
Which I have grown such an affinity
For never it’s inevitable, no use
Fighting across the Bulova
Watching every move it makes and takes away from you and I,
Under this brightened stormy sky.
And fog covers my
Eye can’t see why that time ticks away just to say
Sorry but I can’t take the pressure of the bottled
Life of today
Or tomorrow at least I’m
Certainly I wouldn’t
To watch the watch is lose your

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