How do plans to be change to Memories,
And tomorrow turn to yesterday?
Yesterday soon is a week ago,
As the sunshine changes, only to snow.
It’s the way things change that make it so unreal,
Pain and rage make it hard to feel.
Some flowers are fake, but I still can’t tell.
Like the differences in heaven and the differences in hell.
And I don’t even remember the way it’s supposed to go,
And I can’t seem to make life flow.
Thoughts kept hidden deep inside,
Feelings are what we best can hide.
Life passes without a word,
Like the lectures you often heard,
As a child, forced to learn,
Slowly you take your turn.
Preach to me what you were told,
As if it were your own gold,
How can you judge me?
When you’re drowning in your misery.
-College Junior (February 1998)
Dana
Creative Dana 
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