16: Present or Future

An old poem I found 

(wow I must have been going through it) 

Perhaps the present is what I fear most 

the moment right here 

And this one now.


i’m trying to escape this second 

and the one here now.


so maybe it’s not the future i fear  

i actually wait for it

because i want so desperately 

to escape the person i am  

right here

and here now. 

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