i'm afraid of tomorrow 
as it creeps slowly along 
like snail it moves 
leaving a trail of past 
failures and mistakes 
edging closer and closer 

the room smelled sweet 

sweetness a mix between

the sterile and calm

a sweet temptation just out of my reach 

yesterday 
to you i was nine years old 
with a black hurley hat 
that never left my head 
the hat that you would take 
and try to hold it far above 
my reach knowing i could never get it