It becomes a day, just another day
when time draws heavy on my weary mind.
Wondering now what will happen in this way,
what will come, and what I will someday find.
Short moments of lucidity, of light
shine forth so quietly, always so brief.
Somehow things will change, somehow turn out right
as time flows onward, giving some relief.
In these moments of time I do tire
always wanting more than I now receive.
As my life flows on, I forever aspire,
it is in life I truly believe.
So it remains a day, always weary.
I only wish the day weren't so dreary.

02/11/1990

Author's Note: ... grad school stuff.....

Posted on 01/05/2011
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