Wasted Poem by Sita Cantu

Living in the moment
But dead every day
where does my real love lay

I thought I would be here forever
Now I see its now or never

Please don't tell me you know me.
Somehow you still have me

gold paint on my body
dust from the sand

why am I in this land
too bad we are so confused
no one has time

thought I would live forever
walking on with this life

sun on my back
drinking a cold one

life is good
there is not just one........