I woke up tired and went to bed awake
never got used to living
with so much and so little at stake
I think about the future
I prefer the promise of tomorrow
yesterday is not so forgiving
I debate with my computer
never got used to living
but when I look past and
through my window
and strain my eyes real hard
I see a light off in the distance
and it’s really not that far
I really rather like this poem. A different perspective.