Today
11:59 p.m.
in one minute, or
sixty seconds, or
sixty thousand milliseconds,
today will be gone
and today will be yesterday and
tomorrow will be today.
it’s kind of terrifying when
you think about it.
terrifying in the way that everything
you did today - all the
lists you’ve made,
places you’ve been,
things you’ve touched,
songs you’ve heard,
conversations you’ve had - will
soon become a memory,
or worse, it would be forgotten.
lost amidst all of your yesterdays.
gone.
12:00 a.m.
today.
- c.s
This poem is about:
Our world