The Future Now
I never been
ocular witness
one of the happiest moments
that I dreamed.
I did never taste
the wine of freedom
that I knead in my cellars.
And the river goes down onrush,
in order to sweep
this litter life.
So here I am
At the bank of Acherons
grin and bear it
as in a bus station.
The system
is doping me with money.
My friends
promise me a sunny day.
And I want
the future now!
Copyright © Dimitris Varos | Year Posted 2012
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