Follow your inner moonlight; don't hide the madness.
steve a. manolis poet
in our weakest moments we find out strength
and in our strength we find our weakness.
time never matters, as the past is done
and our future sits in a waiting room
our patience wears thin, wanting tomorrows, forgetting todays
the world reflects the truth,
the sad beauty defines us
and where we go is decided in this moment
yesterday has no bearing anymore
we have caused enough
to live in the effects of this second,
and these words become empty vessels
one might as well speak in tongues
our sanity surely depends one it