Trapped Poem by Chanyn Fuller

Tomorrows flowing thoughts are todays most unlikely moments. We do not think with our heads, we use our “guts” as an excuse for making bad decisions. If we had to think clearly all the time I would lose myself. When today is over and the next day comes we will be unprepared. The living are like zombies of time. Trapped within walls of confinement. We wish and breathe for life tomorrow. We will strive for any form of life. Those who win are here, at least until tomorrow when the next judgment will take its toll. Maybe you should start caring more about life and less about material possessions. There is never truly enough time in this universe.